It starts with the glass of water on the nightstand. You hear it before you understand what’s happening: the glass knocking against the wood, the headboard moving on its own, the lamp tracing a circle no one asked it to trace. Someone shouts “it’s shaking!” and the whole house lights up, one bulb after another. Everyone walks quickly toward the dining room or a doorframe. No one runs: running would mean admitting it’s scary. They stand there, in pajamas, counting the seconds without saying them out loud. And it passes. It always passes. Someone cracks a joke and everyone goes back to bed. Before turning off the light, the only precaution that family will take: “don’t lock the doors, in case it happens again.” That sentence is, for most of us, the entire earthquake protocol we know. It lasts until breakfast.
February 4 of this year marked exactly fifty years since the 1976 earthquake, the worst disaster in our history. It went by without ceremony, without a moment of silence, without a conversation that lasted longer than a newscast. Half a century since the day twenty-three thousand Guatemalans died, and the country let it pass like any Tuesday. Does that seem like a minor detail? It is the central one.
In 1774, a year after the city collapsed, an anonymous pamphlet was printed in Mixco: a catalog of every earthquake. Recorded there, with their death tolls and fallen buildings, are the quakes of 1565, 1575, 1607, 1651, 1689, 1717, and 1751. And before all of them, the 1541 disaster, when water and mud came down from the Volcán de Agua and wiped out the first capital, what we now call Ciudad Vieja, along with Doña Beatriz de la Cueva and her thirteen ladies-in-waiting, buried under the wall of the chapel where they had taken shelter.
In July 1773 the earth had shaken, and in December it shook again. Santiago de Guatemala — the city now known as La Antigua — was left unusable. Magistrate González Bustillo described the buildings as being in a “deplorable” state. The Crown ordered the move to the Valle de la Virgen, the valley where you and I live today. Nine years later the town council was still writing to ask for funds to rebuild.
It happened again. Between Christmas 1917 and January 1918, the new capital shook for two months: the National Palace fell, the Customs House fell, along with almost everything public that the nineteenth century had built, and there were fourteen refugee camps within the city. That disaster, combined with the collapse of coffee prices, finished eroding Estrada Cabrera, who fell in 1920. An earthquake did what twenty-two years of politics had not.
And it happened again. On February 4, 1976, at one minute past three in the morning, the Motagua fault ruptured, with its epicenter in Los Amates, Izabal: magnitude 7.5. Twenty-three thousand dead and nearly a million Guatemalans sleeping outdoors the following night.
I was six years old and still slept in a crib, in a house in zone 2 built on a cliffside with an incredible view. The movement woke me and the first thing I felt was anger: who’s shaking me like this. I stood up, jumped, and the wall went over the edge into the ravine. The four of us got out through a window, jumping over the split foundation. Everyone except Chica, the older woman who worked in the house, who wanted to go back in for her things. She went in, an aftershock came, and the ground opened and swallowed her. The next day the firefighters and the army arrived. They never found her.
I tell this because our house was not made of adobe. Neither was the one next door. It had been designed by a well-regarded engineer; it collapsed all the same and killed one of that family’s children. What failed there wasn’t the material or the calculations: what failed was the ground. The earth split right where the foundation stood, and it was that design that gave us the seconds to get out. And Chica didn’t die because of the walls’ material. She died because she went back in, and because no one had explained to her that the most dangerous part of an earthquake is the aftershocks.
The word missing from this whole story is preparation. Nature is tremendous and does not negotiate; against that there is no perfect design or guaranteed ground. The only thing we can decide is how much we protect ourselves beforehand, and in an earthquake, the least protected is the one who doesn’t get to tell the story.
The next morning dawned foggy. There were people crying, people sitting with their heads in their hands, people already walking around looking for somewhere to help. That was an upper-middle-class neighborhood of the capital. Imagine what that same morning was like in the neighborhoods where everything was made of adobe: ninety percent of what was destroyed in 1976 was unreinforced rammed earth. Geology dealt the blow evenly. Preparation decided who died.
And do you know which is the strongest earthquake ever recorded in Guatemala? It isn’t the one from ’76. It’s the one from August 6, 1942, off the coast of Escuintla, where the Cocos plate sinks beneath the Caribbean plate: close to magnitude 8, bigger than 1976’s. It caused thousands of landslides across six thousand five hundred square kilometers and killed thirty-eight people, because it happened far away, deep, in the afternoon, and in a country with fewer than three million inhabitants. Today we are more than eighteen million, and that coast is full of people, roads, and industry. No one is asking the obvious question: if that same quake happened tomorrow, would it be three hundred dead, three thousand, or thirty thousand? We don’t know. And not knowing is exactly the problem.
Ancient history? On June 24 of this year, Venezuela was hit by two earthquakes thirty-nine seconds apart; the larger one was magnitude 7.5, the same as ours in 1976 and on the same type of fault. The toll now exceeds six thousand three hundred dead. On August 10, a 7.4 quake struck Colombia’s Chocó region: two hundred eighty-five dead. It’s not that an earthquake here will follow one there; they’re different faults and there’s no causal link. It’s that we’ve just seen, two hours away by plane, what a quake exactly our size can do.
And here there are two machines working at once: on the Pacific side, the Cocos plate sliding under the Caribbean plate, which produced 1942; to the north, the Motagua-Polochic fault system, which produced 1976. To see the first one you don’t need a seismograph: Fuego, Pacaya, and Santiaguito exist because that plate is sinking. We see them every day out the window and we’ve decided they’re just scenery.
Someone will say a worse earthquake is unlikely. Japan believed the same, with four hundred fifty years of records backing that number, until a 9.0 arrived in 2011. That something isn’t in the archive doesn’t prove it can’t happen: it proves the archive is short. Ours is almost five hundred years old and it’s full. What’s missing isn’t information, but using it.
And to be fair: it’s not that we have no regulations. There’s been a law since 1996, when CONRED (the national disaster-coordination agency) was created. There have been mandatory disaster-reduction standards since 2011 and a National Risk Reduction Policy approved last year, with a horizon to 2034. There’s plenty of paper. The problem is where it applies. Those standards govern public-use buildings — schools, offices, shopping centers — and in 1976 people didn’t die at the office. They died in their homes, at three in the morning. The 2018 census showed that a very high proportion of Guatemalan homes have dirt floors and precarious wall and roof materials; moreover, more than 600,000 homes are built of adobe. The adobe of 1976 is not history: it’s where a huge part of the country sleeps today.
So the task isn’t to write another policy. It’s to make sure CONRED has the budget of a serious institution and not an emergency office; that rescue teams don’t depend on raffles; that municipalities stop authorizing housing at the edge of a ravine and instead provide technical guidance to those building their own homes, as a large part of this country does.
And that schools teach what to do in an earthquake with the same seriousness they teach civic dates: Chica not going back inside depended on that.
From that February came a twenty-five-cent airmail stamp. The photograph, by R. Mata, shows a house split in two, its roof collapsed onto what had been a living room. It’s mine. Printed below is the phrase President Kjell Laugerud spoke that very dawn, on the only channel still broadcasting: “Guatemala is wounded, but not mortally.” And at the end, a note of thanks: “Thank you, friends of the world.”
Half a century later, the question is no longer whether we are wounded. It’s how much the next wound would cost us — in lives, not in quetzales — and whether we really want to keep depending on the world’s friends remembering us.
The next time it shakes, and it will shake, someone in your house will say not to lock the doors. We’ve spent four hundred eighty-five years taking notes. What’s left is to start reading them.
Ramiro Bolaños, PhD. / President of the Centro de Pensamiento y Acción Factoría Libertatis
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This article was originally published on RamiroBolanos.phd and republished by Factoría Libertatis as part of its institutional library of analysis and thought.
