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Flipping the Switch on Community Power in La Yacata

In October, we started a new community electricity project. It’s really a continuation of the area that was covered by the federal grant we got last year that provided the colonia with electricity. Unfortunately, that little grant didn’t run lines to all the houses that are inhabited in La Yacata, and it took nearly a year to get this project rolling, what with estimates from different contracting companies, applications to CFE for another little grant, and trips to Guanajuato, Salvatierra, and Celaya for approval and paperwork. After some false promises, CFE Guanajuato dashed our hopes for any additional assistance from that quarter. Looked like we’d have to foot the bill ourselves.

Then the estimates from those contracting companies had to be brought before the colonos for approval, and there’s always hemming and hawing when that happens. Hence the delay. 

The three main roads will have the lines finished, and 3 private roads will have posts installed. There’s a total of 11 posts and public lighting in those areas. All the lots in the dark purple area will then have access to electricity. The green areas are those that were covered by the grant last year. 

When we set the second-semester aportación (community fees) last year, this project was included in the total amount requested. So those who have paid their aportaciones for 2024 had nothing more to contribute. Unfortunately, a good portion of colonos are in arrears, and without their money, we won’t be able to pay the contractor. 

We sent an update letter in February to all the colonos and followed up with a personal messenger appointment notification in September for those that were not up to date with their aportaciones. Super Prez wanted to make home visits, but I objected. I didn’t have time for that. So the personal messenger was the compromise we made. We then set aside every Tuesday in October to receive these delinquent property owners. It was a colossal waste of time. The money received from this batch of foot-draggers didn’t even pay for the cost of having the notices delivered. 

The next step is some sort of legal action. As we are a colonia, property owners are expected to abide by the regulations set forth by the community, one of which is payment of the aportaciones for community projects. In June, we had several lengthy community meetings to share those regulations with community members. These estatutos hadn’t been updated since 1995. Some of the bylaws were eliminated, including one that prohibited unmarried individuals from owning property in La Yacata. Others were clarified, such as the procedure for unbecoming community behavior, which includes non-payment of aportaciones. And some were added, like the formation of the Consejo de Honor y Justicia (more on that fiasco in another post). 

During October’s community meeting, we brought up the idea of multas (fines) for those who have not paid. The asemblea determined 20% would be acceptable and that these deadbeat colonos would be referred to the CEJA (Centro Estatal de Justicia Alternativa) office in the next town over. 

There was a small rush on payment of aportaciones the Tuesday following the junta, but not enough to make a dent in the amount we would need to pay for the current electricity project. Super Prez then asked for the phone numbers of colonos who have not paid, and he spent some time calling them to encourage them to pay up. Again, there was a small trickle of funds, but not enough to justify the time invested. 

Super Prez again brought up the idea of home visits, and I shook my head emphatically. What we need to do is go to the CEJA office and find out what they need to start calling colonos in for mediation. 

Unfortunately, there was a new wrench in the works. In June, the presidencia authorized escrituras (individual deeds), and the paperwork involved for that has been taking up every waking minute right now, but more on that in the next post.

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The Great Sewer Standoff

This month, our community drama had to do with the sewer line. The issue was urgent and completely solvable, but it became a huge bone of contention among the colonos. Here’s how it evolved. 

The clogged corner

The sewer lines were installed some 30 years ago. While they met the standards at the time, they do not meet current requirements and will need to be replaced. As we have several other projects going on, the sewer line has taken a back seat–that is, until it started causing a stink–literally.

Heavy rains this year, and an accumulation of pig poop, dirt, and even trash caused the drain at the corner of the road behind me to begin overflowing into the street. Disgusting! The person who lived on the corner was understandably distressed. The topic was brought up at the last community meeting, and the issue was assigned to the newly minted Consejo de Honor y Justicia.

The Consejo de Honor y Justicia’s role is to provide mediation between colonos, taking some of the workload from the mesa directiva. Therefore, the job was to assess the severity of the sewer issue, talk to those affected, and endeavor to come up with a satisfactory solution. The mesa directiva could then take the plan and implement it.

Well, they didn’t do that. In fact, the members of the Consejo insisted that resolving said issue was outside of their purview. And thus, the sewer situation became a stand-off. 

Commentary about the sewer was polarized. Some said that it was the responsibility of the person who was putting the pig poop in the drain to pay for it to be fixed. Others asserted that each property owner could do exactly as they pleased and no one could hold them accountable.

There were only two possible culprits when it came to pig poop. One emphatically denied using the sewer to discard their animals’ excrement. The other said that the person who lived on the corner was being “delicate” which makes me suspect that the insulter might know a bit more than she was admitting about the situation. 

Then the comments became more intense, with blame being directed at the Mesa Directiva and specifically Super Prez for the poor state of affairs found in La Yacata. At that point, I decided to step in and clarify some of the information being bandied about. I wrote a historical account of sorts, going back 30 years, about the different issues with the utilities in La Yacata, and posted it to the community WhatsApp group. 

The discharge point was nearly completely blocked.

Without blaming anyone specifically, I reminded everyone that as a community, each colono’s actions affected their neighbors, and situations such as the sewer line should be resolved without name-calling. I also reminded everyone that it is NOT acceptable to dispose of animal feces in the sewer. The sewer is basic and old, and pig poop will stop it up. Things settled down a bit, and the suspected pig shoveling culprit even apologized for her statements. 

Finally, Super Prez stepped in, as the situation could not wait until the next community meeting, and had his workers make a start at unclogging the drain. 

Working on the problem

The sewer will need to be replaced, and it’s on our long list of things to be addressed, although we hope that clearing it out a bit will extend its life just a little longer while we get the current projects sorted out. I’m sure this Sunday’s community meeting will be full of drama as always, but at least the smell has dissipated a bit. 

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The Clucking of Chickens

One afternoon, not long after our tense encounter with the infamous Chicken Feather Guy, I got a call from a fellow colona, her voice full of excitement. She had just come from the presidencia, and was eager to share what she witnessed there with me.

Apparently, Chicken Feather Guy had stormed into the Urban Development office while she was there asking about escrituras for a different fraccionamiento where she owns lots. There, she had front row seats to quite a public spectacle. Chicken Feather Guy launched into a tirade, his voice rising with fury, accusing Super Prez of refusing to recognize his claim to a lot. You know the one. His allegations spiraled. He insisted la gabacha (which, of course, is me) had also bought her lot from Chuchi, the previous administrator, which was a flat-out lie, and added that Super Prez had 300 lots. Also untrue. And I fail to see the relevance of either of these statements to his particular complaint, but ok, whatever. 

He wasn’t done. He swore up and down that he’d had that lot for over 20 years, another fabrication, while pacing and gesturing wildly, saying he’d just sell the lot and be done with it. When he finally paused for breath, the colona warned him that trying to sell that certificate would be fraud. At that, he switched gears, declaring with exaggerated indignation that he would never do such a thing, right.

The Urban Development guy, clearly weary of the theatrics, finally cut in. “This isn’t our jurisdiction,” he said. “Talk to the asociación civil.” Meaning: talk to us, the mesa directiva. That should’ve ended it. But Chicken Feather Guy, undeterred, puffed up and stormed out, muttering that he’d take his complaints straight to the presidenta.

The circus didn’t stop there.

The following week, Huesos, the very man who had sold Chicken Feather Guy that dubious lot, booked an appointment during our Thursday office hours. He arrived fired up, brandishing a rolled-up plan like a sword. He was furious, he said, because we had claimed the lot didn’t exist, and he had the documents to prove otherwise.

Unfazed, Super Prez calmly laid down a legal document of his own, showing that the very lot in question had been transferred years ago to his father, with Chuchi’s signature sealing the deal.

As we examined the paperwork Huesos brought, a tangled web began to unravel. The chain of custody traced back to an architect who had once done work for Chuchi and had allegedly been paid with that lot, a lot Chuchi never had the right to give. That architect had then sold the land to none other than Fidel El Pancho Villa, the eccentric old man with the tricycle who famously built La Chuecha.

Huesos confessed that he had bought the lot from Pancho Villa’s son, also named Fidel, who assured him everything was in order, except, he warned, he might have to pay off some outstanding aportaciones. Ironically, Pancho Villa owed nothing, and that reason was a complete lie made to justify the low selling price.

I reminded Huesos, again, that both my husband and I had warned him about the questionable status of that lot before he sold it to Chicken Feather Guy. And then, I looked him straight in the eye and asked: Did Chicken Feather Guy send you here?

He hesitated, then nodded. Yes.

I didn’t hold back. “The issue was never whether the lot exists,” I said. “It’s that Chuchi never had legal authority to sell it. You saw the document.”

He mumbled that he’d confront Fidel Jr. the next time he saw him. I invited him to bring Fidel to speak with us directly. But instead, Huesos lowered his eyes and quietly slunk away.

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So you have big dreams of buying a few acres in Mexico and living the good life? There’s more to living in Mexico than you might imagine. In a land where everybody’s finger is in the pie, it’s hard to find the proper channels to get basic services like water, sewage, and electricity installed. When one community has had enough, they staged a coup and launched La Yacata Revolution. Follow along with their attempts to restructure the Mexican political system in microcosm. Viva!

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