Incest, Pedophilia, Rape: Theories of Desire and Jurisprudence, The Case of the Other Rosita
It was a dewy morning when Juanita, with rose-pink cheeks and wearing a crisp skirt, went to the spring-fed pond at the bottom of the ravine. Her skirt flew in the breeze swept by a northern gale, and her hair whirled like tiny black snakes against her face. She was so happy seeing the scented trees running at her across the plain and gusts of fragrant winds filling her jar of joy. She bounced in her step, being swaddled in her laughter right in the middle of the meadow, the dog barking at her side chasing leaves that swam swiftly in the wind. The spring-fed pond was shaded by all kinds of fruit trees, surrounded by sleeping blue ponds like long and soft ribbons of sky and by greenish rocks sweating out the day. She sat down and, with imperious breaths, reined back her breasts that wanted to break free, fixed her shirt, caressed the dog, contemplated the branches bathing in the waters below, took a mirror and cast a loving gaze at herself. She was alone. Around the ravine a horseman rode by. The hooves broke the mirror of the waters. Juana recognized him and her heart hung in her chest. She could not run away, thus waited for him holding onto a leaf. The horseman hurried up and soon was by her side. He didn’t mind the dog’s lapping up the spring with its tongue and began to seduce her with the steady pace of the blowing wind. With gentle no’s and weak pulls, a delicate resistance was put up, then laments, sobs and after that, the eye of water blinked to carefully assess her reflection. With one arm over her eyes Juana remained in the shadows, her honor gone, in awe like the sleeping skin of the blue sky. A story that begins in harmony and beauty ends in rape. With this pleasant, soft, and delicate language, the writer poeticizes the disturbance of a quiet, candid life by impulse and power. Nothing further from the theoretical language of psychoanalysis; nothing more alien to a juridical debate. This is the onset of “La Honra,” a short story by Salvador Salazar Arrué (Salarrué) that begins in a clear morning, in a clean world, and ends in the shadows of rape and a suggested homicide. Juanita soon becomes Juana, the shaded meadows, a somber landscape, and the loving father, a murderer, shining dagger in hand.