Saturday, July 9, 2016

The Pastry War: Why We Have Cinco de Mayo and (Possibly) Chewing Gum



            You’re looking at that title and thinking, “Bold statement, Scott, but do you have the facts to back it up?” No. I cannot definitively say we would not have Cinco de Mayo or chewing gum without the Pastry War having taken place, but even if the chain of events that brought these two things about had not included that conflict, it sure did help.
            Cinco de Mayo is one of the two favorite appropriated holidays of drunken gringos. I perennially like to call it, in a nod to the other one, “Mexican St. Patrick’s Day”. In case you don’t know, Cinco de Mayo is not Mexican Independence Day; that’s September 16. That day commemorates the Grito de Dolores (Cry of Dolores), when Father Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, a Mexican-born Catholic priest led a Mass in the town of Dolores, in what was then the Viceroyalty of New Spain. Directed by Father Hidalgo, his brother and other leaders opposed to the colonial government, which was dominated by European-born Spaniards, had just freed by force a group of agitators from the local jail. No one recorded the words of his homily, so there’s no scholarly consensus on whether it was an actual call for Mexican independence, or as others say, more of an exhortation to defend the interests of the Spanish King, who had been imprisoned by Napoleon, and the King’s representative, the Viceroy, who had been overthrown and replaced by the Spanish-born elite of New Spain. Whatever he said though, it fired people up, and in a fit of pissed-off rage they gathered an army as they went, and captured the nearby city of Guanajuato.
            With that victory under their belts, the rebels marched on Mexico City. The new Viceroy sent an army against them and the rebels defeated that army at the Battle of Monte de las Cruces, capturing a large number of artillery pieces. Holy shit, did things look bad for the Viceroy and his backers, holed up in the capital! But they lucked out. In a move that would have given General George S. "In case of doubt, ATTACK!" Patton a fit, the rebels chose that moment to retreat; with the result being the Viceroy and the colonial army getting it together, marching on the rebels, and defeating them. Hidalgo and other leaders were captured and executed.
            But they had started a revolution that raged for another eleven years, until Mexico was finally declared independent in 1821. Unfortunately for Mexico, the then-current crop of leaders were not motivated as much by the impulses of Father Hidalgo, who had been shocked into action by the condition of the poor. General Agustín de Iturbide, the main rebel leader, was crowned as Emperor of Mexico, after having that honor ‘forced’ on him by his troops. You know how this goes; Iturbide dissolved Congress (He had to do it, man!), then ended up facing a revolt of his own, intent on reinstating the Congress and the establishing of the First Mexican Republic.
            Notice that it is named the First Republic, so I don’t think I need to spell things out as we fast forward to 1838 when Mexico is in sad shape, having come through a period of turmoil that saw coups, dictatorships, a whole butt-load of civil war, the revolt and independence of Texas, and then more of the same. The economy was really in the crapper, and former general and president, Anastasio Bustamante, was back in that office, having been recalled from exile to save the country from Texas. Some things never change.
            Bad news for Mexico; about ten years before, some Mexican soldiers had looted a pastry shop in Mexico City owned by a French-born chef named Remontel. He appealed for aid to France, which had been going through a similar political situation -- but you know, Frenchied-up. In 1838 France had a king again, Louise-Phillipe, who finally got around to asking for compensation for Remontel, to the tune of 600,000 pesos. Some people think the millions of dollars in loans from France that Mexico had defaulted on might have had something to do with it also.
            Bustamante, predictably told France to get stuffed, resulting in a fit of gunboat diplomacy by the French. Admiral Charles Baudin carried out a blockade of the entire Mexican coast on the Gulf side, bombarded some Mexican forts, and seized the Mexican fleet, and the city of Veracruz, thus endangering the vital fish taco supply line to Mexico City, and the future of Taco del Mar. That last part isn’t true. Fish tacos originated in Baja California, on Mexico’s Pacific coast, so Baudin’s blockade on the Gulf coast could not have endangered the fish taco supply line; fooled you.
            This was the cue for a certain serial Mexican president/coup leader: the Napoleon of the West! El Hombre del Destino! The Ayatolla of a-Rock-and-Roll-a!!! General Antonio de Padua María Severino López de Santa Anna y Pérez de Lebrónnnnnn! You know. Santa Anna. The guy who defeated the rebels at the Alamo, had Davey Crocket killed, and was then beaten by the Texan rebels led by Sam Houston at the Battle of San Jacinto. Yeah, that guy.
            Without anyone asking him to, he came out of retirement, and offered to lead the Mexican army against the French. The Congress . . . stupid, stupid Congress, accepted. He then promptly got his leg shot off at Veracruz. This would eventually lead to the capture of not one, but two of Santa Anna’s wooden legs by soldiers of the 4th Illinois Infantry in the Mexican-American War, about ten years later.
            No kidding, you can go to the Illinois State Military Museum in Springfield and see one of them. The other one, a peg leg, was used by soldiers as a baseball bat, and is on display at the Decatur home of former Illinois Governor, Richard J. Oglesby, who was with the 4th Illinois. The latter leg will be more famous in the future, when it will be used in 2021 by time-travelers, who will go back in time, whittle it down to a stake using George Washington’s pen-knife, and drive it through the heart of Vampire-President-for-Life, Donald J. Trump after he overthrows our current government and establishes the First American Vampire Republic. It’ll be the best Trump . . . wait for it . . . stake ever! Oh, the irony! I’ll take my chances with the Secret Service to make that joke.
            Santa Anna, of course, used his military service against the French to rehabilitate his political career and become President for the fifth, but not last, time. He would go on to plague Mexico until 1855 when he was semi-permanently exiled.
            “So where does Cinco de Mayo come into this, you freaking weirdo? You never got to that!” you’re probably thinking right now. Yes, well, as I said, Cinco de Mayo is not Mexican Independence Day. It celebrates the victory of Mexican forces over the French at the Battle of Puebla, during the Second French Intervention in Mexico; the Pastry War being the First French Intervention in Mexico. The latter had ended with Britain negotiating a diplomatic end in which Mexico agreed to pay France the 600,000 pesos. The Second Intervention ended much better for Mexico, with them driving out the French forces that had installed an Austrian nobleman on the throne as Emperor of the Second Mexican Empire. Said Austrian nobleman -- Maximilian I, who many say was an alright, if gullible dude, having had a serious desire to enact liberal reform and help the people of Mexico -- ended up being executed by firing squad.
            Hopefully, you can see where I’m going with this: that the Pastry War set a pattern for French intervention in Mexico, without which we wouldn’t have had the Battle of Puebla or Cinco de Mayo. It’s not a slam dunk I admit; we could very well be drinking margaritas on some other stolen Mexican holiday. Never underestimate the perseverance and ingenuity of drunken gringos.
            And chewing gum? In 1869, while in his last period of exile, Santa Anna was living in Staten Island, New York. His American secretary, Thomas Adams – future partner of a dude named William Wrigley, Jr., was intrigued by Santa Anna’s chewing of the hardened sap of certain Central American trees of the genus Manilkara, a substance known to the Aztecs and later, Mexicans as chicle. Adams was an inventor and thought that chicle could be a cheaper replacement for the rubber that was then being used in carriage tires. He bought one ton from Santa Anna, who was trying to raise money to hire an army to go back to Mexico, so he could be president, yet again. But when chicle turned out to not be so great for making tires, Adams was like, “Damn! What am I going to do with all this chicle?” Fortunately, he was able to turn them into the first commercially available chewing gum, Chiclets.
            So would we have chewing gum without the Pastry War? Who knows? Santa Anna could have ended up in Staten Island anyway. He was President of Mexico something like ten or eleven times total. The dude was fucking unstoppable. Maybe getting his leg shot off wouldn’t have made a difference in the invention of chewing gum. Then again, maybe it’s all like that butterfly effect thing, and without getting his leg shot off, history would have been totally different. Santa Anna never would have met Adams, and we’d all be chewing whale blubber or something. Gwyneth Paltrow would not have taken that train. And we would not be looking forward to the First American Vampire Republic. I don’t know, man. History is weird.

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