The pueblo The pueblo perches on a 365-foot mesa.

© Danny Lehman/CORBIS

Ancient Citadel

At least 1,200 years old, New Mexico's Acoma Pueblo—the longest continuously inhabited settlement in North America—remains a touchstone for a resilient indigenous culture

  • By David Zax
  • Smithsonian magazine, May 2008

Article Tools

  • Font
    		•  Share/Save/Bookmark Share
  • Email
    		•
  • Print
    		•  Digg Digg
  • Comments
    		•  StumbleUpon StumbleUpon
  • RSS
    		•  Reddit Reddit

    Photo Gallery

    Ansel Adams Photographs

    Ancient Citadel

    Ansel Adams’ photographs of Acoma

    Related Books

    Origin Myth of Acoma and Other Records

    by Matthew W. Stirling
    Government Printing Office, 1942

    Acoma Pueblo in the Sky

    by Ward Alan Minge
    University of New Mexico Press, 1991

    Acoma People of White Rock

    by H. L. James
    Schiffer Publishing Ltd., 1988

    (Page 2 of 2)

    More from Smithsonian.com

    In September, the Acoma honor their patron saint, Esteban (or Stephen, a pious 11th-century Hungarian king). On the feast day, the mesa is open to anyone. (Ordinarily, it's necessary to reserve ahead to tour the pueblo; overnight stays are not permitted.) Last September, when I joined more than 2,000 fellow pilgrims gathered for the San Esteban festival, I hopped aboard a van that shuttled visitors from the base of the mesa to the summit. Ceremonies began in the church. There, a carved-pine effigy of the saint was taken down from the altar and paraded into the main plaza, to the accompaniment of chanting, rifle shots and the ringing of steeple bells. The procession wound past the cemetery and down narrow unpaved streets, where vendors offered everything from pottery to traditional cuisine—small apple pastries and foil-wrapped corn tamales.

    At the plaza, bearers placed the figure of the saint in a shrine lined with woven blankets and flanked by two Acoma men standing guard. A tribal leader, Jason Johnson, welcomed all, speaking the first English I heard that day. The daylong dancing and feasting had begun.

    Marvis Aragon Jr., CEO of the tribe's commercial ventures (including its casino), was wearing tribal dress. He danced under the hot sun with scores of Acoma—men and women, young and old. At her home, Correa was serving traditional dishes to friends and family members: green-chili stew with lamb, fresh corn and wheat pudding with brown sugar. Another Acoma artisan, Bellamino (who regards his family's Spanish surname as a symbol of subjugation), sold pottery, silver jewelry and baskets from the front room of his adobe. Later in the day, David Vallo, leader of the tribal council, surveyed the crowds from the edge of the central plaza. "This," he said, "is the time my people come back."

    Across the centuries, the mesa—a citadel fortified against threat—has represented Acoma endurance. The sheer sandstone walls have also cast a spell on virtually any traveler who has ventured this way. "I cannot but think that mother nature was in a frenzy when she created this spot," wrote one 19th-century visitor. And Charles Lummis, a journalist who arrived there in 1892, called the site "so unearthly beautiful, so weird, so unique, that it is hard for the onlooker to believe himself in America, or upon this dull planet at all."

    Author David Zax is a writing fellow at Moment magazine in Washington, D.C.

    Peering up from the base of a sandstone mesa rising from the plains of central New Mexico, it's possible to make out clusters of tawny adobe dwellings perched at the top. The 365-foot-high outcropping, about 60 miles west of Albuquerque, is home to the oldest continuously inhabited settlement in North America—an isolated, easily defensible redoubt that for at least 1,200 years has sheltered the Acoma, an ancient people. The tribe likely first took refuge here to escape the predations of the region's nomadic, warlike Navajos and Apaches. Today, some 300 two- and three-story adobe structures, their exterior ladders providing access to upper levels, house the pueblo's residents.

    Although only 20 or so individuals live permanently on the mesa, its population swells each weekend, as members of extended families (and day-tripping tourists, some 55,000 annually) converge on the tranquil site. (The pueblo has no electricity, although an occasional inhabitant has been known to jury-rig a battery to power a television.)

    Today, the tribe numbers an estimated 6,000 members, some living elsewhere on the 600-square-mile reservation surrounding the pueblo, others out of state. But every Acoma, through family or clan affiliation, is related to at least one pueblo household. And if most tribe members have moved away, the mesa remains their spiritual home. "Acoma has always been the place where people go back," says Conroy Chino, the former secretary of labor for New Mexico, who is a partner in the Albuquerque-based NATV Group, a consulting firm specializing in American Indian issues. He returns to the mesa weekly for Acoma religious ceremonies. The tribe's "whole worldview," he adds, "comes from that place. It is the heart-center."

    Acoma's history is etched in the walls of its adobe buildings. A row of houses near the mesa's north end still bears the scars of cannon fire, a reminder of the fateful day in 1598 when the settlement first fell to an enemy. Before then, the pueblo had interacted peaceably with Spanish explorers heading north from Central America. Members of Francisco Vásquez de Coronado's expedition first described the settlement in 1540, characterizing it as "one of the strongest places we have seen," a city built upon a rock so high "that we repented having gone up to the place." The only access then was by nearly vertical stairs cut into sheer rock face; today, one ascends by a narrow, vertiginous road blasted into the mesa during the 1950s.

    Within a half century or so, however, relations with the Spaniards had deteriorated. In December 1598, the Acoma learned that one of the conquistadors, Juan de Oñate, intended to colonize the region. They ambushed Oñate's nephew and a party of his men, killing 11 of them. Brutal revenge followed: the Spanish burned much of the village, killing more than 600 inhabitants and imprisoning another 500. Survivors were made to serve as slaves; men over age 25 were sentenced to the loss of their right foot. (Even today, most Acoma resent Oñate's status as the state's founder; in 1998, shortly after a statue was erected in his honor in the town of Alcalde, someone took a chain saw to the bronze figure's right foot.)

    Despite the lingering animus toward the Spanish, the pueblo remains a place where distinct cultures have been accommodated. In the village's primary landmark, the 17th-century San Esteban del Rey Mission, a 6,000-square-foot adobe church perched on the east edge of the mesa, the altar is flanked by 60-foot-high pine-wood pillars embellished with hand-carved braiding in red and white; the intertwined strands symbolize the fusion of indigenous and Christian beliefs. Interior walls feature images that reflect traditional Acoma culture—rainbows and stalks of corn; near the altar hangs a buffalo-hide tapestry depicting events in the life of the saint. From 1629 to 1641, Fray Juan Ramirez oversaw construction of the church, ordering the Acoma to haul 20,000 tons of adobe, sandstone, straw and mud—materials used in its walls—to the mesa. The tribe also transported ponderosa-pine timber for roof supports from Mount Taylor, 40 miles away. Despite the use of forced labor in the church's construction, most of today's Acoma regard the structure as a cultural treasure. Last year, in part because of the church, which represents a rare mixing of pueblo and Spanish architecture, the National Trust for Historic Preservation named Acoma mesa as the 28th National Trust Historic Site, the only Native American site so designated.

    Also last year, the Acoma inaugurated a new landmark, the Sky City Cultural Center and Haak'u Museum, at the foot of the mesa (the original was destroyed by a fire in 2000). "This place," says curator Damian Garcia, "is for the people." He adds that its primary purpose is "to sustain and preserve Acoma culture." Inside the center a film surveys Acoma history and a café serves tamales and fry bread. The architects drew on indigenous design conventions, widening doorways at the middle (the better, in traditional dwellings, for bringing supplies, including firewood, inside) and incorporating flecks of mica in windowpanes. (Some windows on the mesa are still made of it.) Fire-resistant concrete walls (a departure from traditional adobe) are painted in the ruddy pinks and purples of the surrounding landscape.

    Acoma artwork is everywhere at the Center, including on the rooftop, where ceramic chimneys, crafted by a local artist, can be seen from the mesa. A current exhibition showcasing Acoma pottery celebrates a tradition that also dates back at least a millennium. According to Prudy Correa, a museum staffer and potter, the careful preparation of dense local clay, dug from a nearby site, is essential to Acoma artisanship. The clay is dried and strengthened by adding finely pulverized pottery shards before pots are shaped, painted and fired. Traditional motifs, including geometric patterns and stylized images of thunderbirds or rainbows, are applied with the sturdy spike of a yucca plant. "A regular paintbrush just doesn't work as well," she says. Correa recalls her grandmother, a master potter, picking up a finished pot, striking the side slightly and holding it to her ear. "If it didn't ring," Correa says, it indicated that the piece had cracked during firing. It would be discarded and "ground back down to shards." Today, Correa is teaching her 3-year-old granddaughter, Angelina, to craft Acoma pottery.

    In September, the Acoma honor their patron saint, Esteban (or Stephen, a pious 11th-century Hungarian king). On the feast day, the mesa is open to anyone. (Ordinarily, it's necessary to reserve ahead to tour the pueblo; overnight stays are not permitted.) Last September, when I joined more than 2,000 fellow pilgrims gathered for the San Esteban festival, I hopped aboard a van that shuttled visitors from the base of the mesa to the summit. Ceremonies began in the church. There, a carved-pine effigy of the saint was taken down from the altar and paraded into the main plaza, to the accompaniment of chanting, rifle shots and the ringing of steeple bells. The procession wound past the cemetery and down narrow unpaved streets, where vendors offered everything from pottery to traditional cuisine—small apple pastries and foil-wrapped corn tamales.

    At the plaza, bearers placed the figure of the saint in a shrine lined with woven blankets and flanked by two Acoma men standing guard. A tribal leader, Jason Johnson, welcomed all, speaking the first English I heard that day. The daylong dancing and feasting had begun.

    Marvis Aragon Jr., CEO of the tribe's commercial ventures (including its casino), was wearing tribal dress. He danced under the hot sun with scores of Acoma—men and women, young and old. At her home, Correa was serving traditional dishes to friends and family members: green-chili stew with lamb, fresh corn and wheat pudding with brown sugar. Another Acoma artisan, Bellamino (who regards his family's Spanish surname as a symbol of subjugation), sold pottery, silver jewelry and baskets from the front room of his adobe. Later in the day, David Vallo, leader of the tribal council, surveyed the crowds from the edge of the central plaza. "This," he said, "is the time my people come back."

    Across the centuries, the mesa—a citadel fortified against threat—has represented Acoma endurance. The sheer sandstone walls have also cast a spell on virtually any traveler who has ventured this way. "I cannot but think that mother nature was in a frenzy when she created this spot," wrote one 19th-century visitor. And Charles Lummis, a journalist who arrived there in 1892, called the site "so unearthly beautiful, so weird, so unique, that it is hard for the onlooker to believe himself in America, or upon this dull planet at all."

    Author David Zax is a writing fellow at Moment magazine in Washington, D.C.


    1 2


     
    Comments

    Some agree that Acoma pueblo is about 1200 years old. But how could it have arrived as a result of fleeing from the Apachaean (Navajo and Apache) people? The exact date of their arrival in the Southwest is unknown but is generally agreed to have been early in the 16th century. This is a glaring error in your account.

    Posted by Johnette Ward on April 24,2008 | 06:31PM

    I remember when I was a child about 10-14 going to Acoma and climbing up the rough access to visit these people several times. This would have been about 1930 to 1935. It was such a common experience visiting the pueblos, I do wish I had paid more attention to my surroundings. The last time I visited was about 2004 and I was astounded by the changes in progress of the living conditions and the Anglesizing of the people I had been living in the eastern U.S. for many years during my adulthood. Change has its good and bad points. L.G.

    Posted by Laura Gillogly on April 26,2008 | 07:00AM

    I went to smithsonian.com/acoma to see Ansel Adams1941 photos. All I saw was a repeat of the article. What am I missing?

    Posted by Karl West on April 28,2008 | 12:44PM

    In August 2007, prior to our Philmont backpacking trek, we brought some 15 Boy Scouts to Acoma. We were awe-struck. Inside the cool & colorful confines of San Esteban del Ray, our tour guide explained the meaning and significance of every symbol, stone and color. There is a palpable spirituality to Acoma pueblo that engenders an honest reverence. I doubt many Americans know that the Acoma people were there, long before the Pilgrims, long before Columbus. The people and their formidable pueblo are a national treasure. It should not be missed, if you are anywhere near Albuquerque. But go there with respect, open ears & eyes and reverence.

    Posted by Bill Scanlan on April 28,2008 | 12:59PM

    can't find Adams 1941 photos. What did I do wrong?

    Posted by Muriel Kayser on April 28,2008 | 05:30PM

    Like Karl West, I went to Smithonian/Acoma to view some Ansel Adams pictures and reread the article and no pictures!

    Posted by ReneeSims on April 28,2008 | 09:01PM

    Hey Karl, look at the beginning of the article. There is a photo gallery.

    Posted by ReneeSims on April 28,2008 | 09:04PM

    Can't find the Annsel Adams photos. Are they lost forever?

    Posted by Colgate Craig on April 29,2008 | 06:47AM

    An interesting article, but I must admit my disappointment that one of the most unique sociological aspects of Acoma Pueblo seems to have been ignored. Acoma is a matriarchal society. The men you mention who are in charge of the government, etc. at Acoma are only there because they were appointed by the women. It is the Acoma woman who passes on property and status.

    Posted by AudreyConnolly on April 29,2008 | 08:20AM

    Each month when I receive my issue, everything stops and I find a quiet spot and read your magazine from front to back. Thank you for such wonderful reading and the pix are so beautiful...I truly enjoy every page..

    Posted by Nancy on April 29,2008 | 12:07PM

    THanks to Renee Sims for telling me to click on the Photo Gallery. I visited Acoma a couple of years ago. It was one of the most impressive sites I have ever visited. Acoma and Sata Fe are two of my favorite places in the whole world. I will go back as soon as I can.

    Posted by Joan Miller on April 30,2008 | 10:11AM

    Above, Bill Scanlan mentions Philmont, the Scout Ranch in New Mexico. Smithsonian, please consider doing a feature article on the history of Philmont, it is a very interesting story of philanthropy and and American values.

    Posted by Pete Iseppi on May 1,2008 | 04:59AM

    My wife and I also went to Acoma after having spent a week at Philmont Scout Ranch Training Center in September 2006. We drove from Philmont to Acoma by way of Mesa Verde and Chaco Canyon. Acoma demonstrates how the "ancients" must have lived at those now deserted ruins. I second Pete Iseppi's suggestion on telling the Philmont Story.

    Posted by Charles Burnham on May 1,2008 | 08:40PM

    Thank you so much for the story and photos. That area has long held a special meaning for me. It is such a beautiful place and feels so ancient. I feel so lucky that my parents and later my husband have had the same feelings as I. I have made many trips there. I can no longer travel but I have my memories. So glad people are still living there. Rita Lightfoot

    Posted by Rita Lightfoot on May 3,2008 | 12:18PM

    No offense to Mr. Bellamino, but the "subjugation" he has a problem with was, what? Around *four hundred* years ago? Maybe it's time to let it go.

    Posted by Chuck McGrew on May 7,2008 | 07:09AM

    I doubt that the Acoma climbed up on the mesa 1200 years ago to escape the Navajo or Apache as they only arrived in the region about 90 years before the Spanish. There have been many groups (civilizations?) who have come and gone from the Southwest. The Acoma are a truly amazing people in their long term survival in the area and along with the Hopi have demonstrated a remarkable ability to survive when so many others have not. I think the author is to be commended for an interesting article. Perhaps a study into how the Acoma have survived nature and man would be worthwhile in these trying times.

    Posted by Lee Mac on May 9,2008 | 04:29PM

    I just returned from a vacation to Albuquerque and Santa Fe with my mother, which included a tour of Acoma. I have never been so entranced with a place in my life. I had the privilege of meeting Mr. Bellamino -- he was leaning against a building, carving a beautiful piece of wood, as our tour group passed by. He exuded warmth and serenity. I asked if I could take his picture. The account of this meeting, along with his photograph, will appear in my editor's column, From Where I Sit, in the Summer issue of my magazine, Susquehanna Life Magazine, of Lewisburg, Pa. If anyone, including the author of the Smithsonian article, has a mailing address for Mr. Bellamino, please forward it to me. Thanks.

    Posted by Erica Shames on May 16,2008 | 07:08AM

    I loved the article in the magazine and became entranced. To see the few pictures that Ansel Adams took I came to this website. We were in Albuquerque two years ago and would have visited the Acoma mesa had we known about it. What is the altitude there? My husband had trouble breathing in Santa Fe due to the altitude. Thanks for this article.

    Posted by Barbara on May 17,2008 | 04:47PM

    I loved this article, but there are somethings that were left out about our culture that would be really important to this page. I am from the Acoma tribe, and I take pride in our traditional ways of life and living. Everything to us has a purpose, meaning, and is a part of life. Although we have our own from of government some of you are mistaken to believe that our gov. is picked by women. It is not. Although we hand down our property and status to the youngest daughter we do not help in picking our government. Don't ask me why its like this thats how its been for hundreds of years, and it will remain like that. I have been told ever since I was a little girl that even though we do not pick our government we are the backbone of our culture. Thank You. Sincerly a true native Acoma

    Posted by Nytasha Martinez on May 23,2008 | 06:00PM

    We need to get our history straight, even at the Smithsonian. The Acomas wanted war, ambushed a trading party, then got the (declared) war they wanted. After being defeated, Governor Onate ordered the cutting off of "puntas de pies," TOES, not feet. This sentence applied to twenty-four (24) warriors, not "all" Acomas over twenty-five years of age, as erroneously stated. The record also shows no one ever recorded seeing a footless Indian at Acoma or anywhere else in New Mexico, indicating the ordered dismemberments were in reality a suspended sentence intended to channel the Acomas to look at the Christian missionaries as their champions. The popular American mind promotes the idea of Spanish "cruelty to the Indians" when indeed,after initial atrocities of the conquest, Spain did more than any other European nation to preserve Amerindians. The fact that Acoma exists to this day is proof of that reality. Compare that to the English extermination of Indians along the east coast and the deportation of Indians to Oklahoma by the USA. If you need more information that isn't motivated by "Tree of Hate" psychology, feel free to contact me. Ruben Salaz M.

    Posted by Ruben Salaz M. on May 24,2008 | 09:00AM

    Enjoyed the article , but what area the driving directions to get there from Albuquerque, New Mexico. Thank You Elizabeth Kelly

    Posted by Elizabeth Kelly on May 24,2008 | 12:10PM

    This was a rewarding article since it brought a fond memory of my mother who visited the pueblo in 1925 while visiting her first cousin Tobias Espinosa who was a physican in Espanol, New Mexico. Her experience in climbing the stairways and visitng the Mission was something she always talked about. I have never visited the pueblo, but will attempt to see it

    Posted by Francisco A. Gallegos on May 28,2008 | 09:27PM

    I VISITED ACOMA WITH MY 2 SISTER-IN-LAWS ABOUT 20 YEARS AGO.It was the one place i enjoyed most.I have never forgotten it .my 2 sisters and i are going in august and that is the one place i have talked about most. They are also anxious to visit the church as i was.I hope to spend more time there.i still have my pottery made by one of the small children there.See you in august.

    Posted by Emma Smith on June 13,2008 | 10:05PM

    Visiting Acoma during a feast is truly a special occasion. Seeing the dancing and festivities, and if you are lucky sharing a meal with friends in their family home on "the rock", is a truly memorable experience. The two young dancers in the photograph are students at Laguna-Acoma Jr/Sr High where I teach. What a nice surprise to turn the page to see them representing their people and traditions. Phillip and Dustin will both graduate in May and I am so proud of their many accomplishments.

    Posted by Dianna Myers on September 9,2008 | 08:19PM

    Sorry Smithsonian you are wrong... do some fact checking for crying out loud. the Tucson, AZ area is the longest continuously inhabited settlement in North America with evidence of organized settlement going back more than 4,000 years. That's at least 2800 years older than the ancient citadel.

    Posted by Andrei on May 21,2009 | 01:36PM

    Post a Comment


    Name: (required)

    Email: (required)

    Comment:



    Advertisement


    - - - Advertisements - - -


    Join Us

    Facebook

    Facebook

    Become a fan of Smithsonian magazine's official Facebook page!

    Twitter

    Follow Smithsonian magazine on Twitter

    Smithsonian magazine presents

    6th Annual Smithsonian Photo Contest Winners

    Out of more than 17,000 entries contributed from around the world, Smithsonian and its readers select the year's best