I, Rigoberta Menchú: An Indian Woman in Guatemala

The best-selling account of the life of Latin American peasant woman and winner of the Nobel Peace Prize.
Now a global bestseller, the remarkable life of Rigoberta Menchú, a Guatemalan peasant woman, reflects on the experiences common to many Indian communities in Latin America. Menchú suffered gross injustice and hardship in her early life: her brother, father and mother were murdered by the Guatemalan military. She learned Spanish and turned to catechistic work as an expression of political revolt as well as religious commitment. Menchú vividly conveys the traditional beliefs of her community and her personal response to feminist and socialist ideas. Above all, these pages are illuminated by the enduring courage and passionate sense of justice of an extraordinary woman.


  • “A moving account of gruesome repression, gut-wrenching poverty and vicious racism … A call to conscience.”
  • “A fascinating and moving description of the culture of an entire people.”
  • “A cornerstone of the multicultural canon.”
  • “An extraordinary document.”


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    In the interview, Menchú stressed the importance of last Friday's verdict, which made Montt the first head of state ever to be convicted for genocide within his own country.

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  • On the Legacy of Hugo Chávez

    This obituary by Greg Grandin originally appeared in The Nation.

    I first met Hugo Chávez in New York City in September 2006, just after his infamous appearance on the floor of the UN General Assembly, where he called George W. Bush the devil. "Yesterday, the devil came here," he said, "Right here. Right here. And it smells of sulfur still today, this table that I am now standing in front of." He then made the sign of the cross, kissed his hand, winked at his audience and looked to the sky. It was vintage Chávez, an outrageous remark leavened with just the right touch of detail (the lingering sulfur!) to make it something more than bombast, cutting through soporific nostrums of diplomatese and drawing fire away from Iran, which was in the cross hairs at that meeting.

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