Skip to comments.Pre-Hispanic Chiefs in Panama Were Born to Rule
Posted on 06/23/2013 4:58:22 AM PDT by SunkenCiv
Archaeologist Julia Mayo works at a site called El Caño near the Pacific coast 90 miles southwest of Panama City. During five years of excavation, she has uncovered the burials of gold-laden chiefs from a still-unnamed civilization that flourished for several centuries before the Spanish arrived in the early 1500s...
She's exhumed more than three dozen individuals, and three offered an answer: Boys in this culture seem to have enjoyed rank and privilege from the moment of their birth...
As Mayo surveyed the deepening excavation one day, the meaning of the artifacts suddenly came to her: They were so small because they belonged to a baby. A boy who was born to rule...
In 2011 she found a similar group of gold ornaments -- three breastplates, four arm cuffs, and two earrings -- as well as a beaded necklace of green stones. But again, no bones.
Finally, during Mayo's most recent field season, which ended late last month, she found the evidence she needed: gold arm cuffs, inscribed with images of the culture's crocodile god, which adorned the skeleton of someone young -- a 12-year-old male, according to physical anthropologist Aioze Trujillo of the Universidad Complutense in Madrid.
Close by lay the remains of a supreme chief. Discovered in 2011, he wore gold breastplates, beads, bells, mysterious figurines in fantastical shapes, and arm cuffs also inscribed with images of the crocodile god.
Father and son? Mayo plans to do genetic tests to find out.
(Excerpt) Read more at news.nationalgeographic.com ...
Two images of a fierce crocodile god appear on a boy's gold arm cuff. Photograph courtesy Julia Mayo
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I am going to be buried with etchings in metal plates of aardvarks. A thousand years from now, some jackass will dig up my bones and publish an article about how we worshipped aardvarks. Will we be remembered for space travel, or harnessing the atom or medicine? Nope. We worshipped aardvarks. I play the long game.
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