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There is a way of telling human stories that starts with shame and ends in control. In the Americas, this story arrived cloaked in cassocks and courtrooms, and it tried to flatten whole worlds into sin and salvation. The older Mesoamerican story—told in bark-paper books, painted in luminous pigments, spoken in the cadence of midwives and day-keepers—begins elsewhere. This is a part of an ongoing series of writings.
There is a way of telling human stories that starts with shame and ends in control. In the Americas, this story arrived cloaked in cassocks and courtrooms, and it tried to flatten whole worlds into sin and salvation. The older Mesoamerican story—told in bark-paper books, painted in luminous pigments, spoken in the cadence of midwives and day-keepers—begins elsewhere. This is a part of an ongoing series of writings.