Cuna Communications is named in honor of the
Cuna Indians of Central America
Cuna
Indians live in the San Blas Archipelago, a region consisting of more
than small 365 islands plus a narrow strip of land on the Atlantic coast
of the Republic of Panama.
It's the birthplace of my wife, Rome.
Cuna people are friendly, industrious, and strongly committed to preserving their rich cultural heritage and pristine tropical environment.
Like most Native Americans, the Cuna battled for centuries to retain
their independence, but unlike most, they eventually prevailed against
overwhelming odds.
After enduring years of
coercion and mistreatment, the Cuna rose up against their oppressors and
drove all foreigners, including Panamanians, off their remaining land.
Combining stone-age tactics with brilliant twentieth-century
statesmanship, the Cuna then appealed to the United States to prevent
the inevitable and massive reprisal by embarrassed Panamanian
authorities.
In perhaps the finest
moment in United States Indian affairs, the American government did
intervene. A US Navy warship was dispatched and arrived in time to turn
back gunboats sent to punish the unruly Cuna. On the warship's steel
decks, the two sides negotiated a truce and a treaty granting the Cuna
full rights to their land.
Today the Cuna appreciate and courageously protect their
autonomous territory, the Kuna Yala Comarca, from the forces of
uncontrolled development that have destroyed millions of acres of
fragile Central and South American rainforest. They deal with the civilized world on their
own terms;
terms that arose over centuries of struggle against the forces of
assimilation. Perhaps this explains why guests are welcomed warmly but
permanent settlers are not.
Even though their
territory is full of beauty, it is no tropical paradise. The land provides just
enough natural resources for a subsistence-level existence, yet almost all Cuna
still choose to spend their lives there fishing, hunting, and producing
their marvelous artwork.
Fortunately there are
the rare exceptions. That's how a young sergeant met, married, and left Panama with
a lovely Cuna
girl willing to brave our strange, complex world. Today this American citizen takes
equal pride in her native heritage and her adopted country... and always
remembers to remind me the Cuna were "Americans" long
before we showed up to rename everything.
I'm very happy
she stayed and continues to find something of great value in all us late-comers.
Blue skies,
Mike Hagerty
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Oh. I almost forgot...
According to history and legend, Spanish conquistadors named the indigenous
people of this region of Panama after the hammocks in which they still sleep
today. Apparently the Conquistadors associated these hammocks with baby
cribs, or cuna in Spanish. After the Spanish were eventually driven
out, the Cuna kept the name as their own. Today it is spelled either Kuna or
Cuna.
Guess which version my wife
prefers.
To learn more about the
Cuna people, visit
Cuna Arts & Crafts.
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