Thursday, May 30, 2013

A Poet of the Bronx: Death, Drugs and Music

Max Heinz and his guitar. 
From Nazi Germany, to Chile to Bogotá's Bronx, the saga of Max Heinz, 'A Poet of the Bronx,' has to make one question human nature - or celebrate it.

Max Heinz's mother fled Germany just before World War II "on the last boat out." She wasn't Jewish, but her father "knew that Germany was going to lose the war" and wanted to rescue his daughter. A man of influence and connections, Max Heinz's grandfather also knew of the Nazis' abuses against Jews and others committed in the notorious Dachau concentration camp. He was able to free a Jewish man from Dachau and help his family escape Germany - but on the condition that they adopted his daughter, Max Heinz's mother. "He put them on the boat, with my mother as their daughter." That's how Max Heinz obtained his Jewish surname Loeb, "although I'm not of Jewish blood."

The family landed in Buenaventura. Eventually, Max Heinz's mother met and married a Chilean man, who took her to his homeland, where Max Heinz was born. The Chilean's own father was from Birmingham, Alabama. His parents spoke to him in English and German, and "I learned Spanish from the drivers and gardeners," Max Heinz recalls. The family returned to Colombia, where Max Heinz's father worked as a translator.

By his home on the edge
of the San Bernardino neighborhood. 
A talented swimmer, Max Heinz participated in national and international competitions, winning many medals, he says. Later, he got into Tae Kwon Do. Being trilingual got him work in universities and language academies. But when his mother died about 20 years ago, Max Heinz's life fell apart. He had dabbled in drugs, he says, but then he lost control.

"I said 'What the fuck! and I went out to the street to drink."

Max Heinz, now 54, lived first in El Cartucho, the notorious neighborhood since bulldozed and replaced by Parque Tercer Milenium, then in El Bronx and now in the equally rough San Bernardino neighborhood just south of Tercer Milenio.

He's witnessed killings committed according to those neighborhoods' pitiless codes of justice. Back in El Cartucho, where he recalls 3, 4 or 5 murders took place every day, the bosses, known as caciques, would hand a man a gun and order him to kill someone.

"If he did it, he'd get twenty bazuco cigarretes, if not he'd get killed himself. He had to do it."

Waiting to sing on a bus on Carrera Decima.
Max Heinz says he was never ordered to kill - thanks to a great degree to his musical ability. Instead, he played his guitar.

In the Bronx, he describes how drug sellers' ruthlessness with debtors. "They'll make the guy sit down, and give him an hour to pay. He can't go anywhere. All he can do is hope that someone who passes by will give him the money. Otherwise, they kill him."

Max Heinz, who seems quite a humanist, accepts this way of doing business.

"The dealers have to do it. Otherwise, the users would all take advantage of them.

"There's a code of honor."

Recently, he witnessed another musician gun a man down in San Bernardino. The corpse was tossed near a road. Nobody said anything. "Everybody is death, dumb and blind," says Max Heinz. The killer "must have had his reason. People don't kill for no reason."

He defends and respects El Bronx, even insisting that prostitution doesn't go on either there or the old Cartucho (against all other accounts I've heard), and that "women, children and animals are respected.

A street in the San Bernardino neighborhood. 
"It's a real paradise," he says of El Bronx, causing me to stare at him. "You can get everything there cheap. I bought a cellphone with television for only 7,000 pesos," he boasts, pulling it out and insisting it wasn't stolen. "Nobody else would buy it. All they want to spend their money on is drugs."

He consumes a cocktail of drugs himself, legal and illegal. But, as he describes it, they serve him as stimulants, keep him awake and enable him to play music. Just a few bits here and there, mixed into something else, he describes. One drug helps him control his consumption of another. He's got his self-maintenance formulas down pat, he says.

That was especially true back when he lived in El Bronx, where "they blasted the music until 6 a.m., shut down for a bit, and then started again."
Teaching English in La Candelaria. 

Still, his almost frenzied grin and rachety movements and speech give away that he's under the influence of something - or needs something.

For the past few months he's taught English in a foundation for poor children in La Candelaria. He credits that experience with helping him reduce the consumption of the one drug which he says was hurting him - vodka.

"I've cut down from two bottles a day to a half a bottle."

Along the way, Max Heinz has been profiled in the now-defunct 'Colombian Post,' which called him 'A Minstrel of Bogotá' and a few years ago in Cromos magazine, which baptized him a 'Poet of the Bronx.' He carries the article proudly in his pocket. Max Heinz says he's lived with six women and fathered nine children.

With students of English. 
Max Heinz seems happy, or at least generally satisfied. He teaches languages, sometimes as a volunteer, with energy and enthusiasm. "Repetition is the key," he explains.

And he earns his bread and butter singing on public buses. He's written 118 songs, but says that evangelical churches have stolen some of them. On buses, only fast ballads will do - he's got only a few minutes for his show, and a bolero would put the passengers to sleep.

"I've got to get on and do my show in two minutes and thirty seconds. I don't beg. I don't talk shit.

"I prefer singing to the poor. They give you coins and shake your hand. The rich just reach out and drop the coins into your hand."

But singing to bus passengers isn't easy: "They're tired. They've had a bad day. And they didn't ask you to sing. You've got to sing well. Otherwise, you make better money just begging."

But Max Heinz declined to sing for me. His guitar strings needed changing, he said.

By Mike Ceaser, of Bogotá Bike Tours

16 comments:

Roberto P said...

Yes, Mike! Back on it!

Stuart Oswald said...

Very good post. I met this man briefly in Villeta quite a few Years ago. He told me his name was Maxim (that's how I heard it), but I recognize him from the pictures. He had a longer beard then too. We got talking after he noticed I had the national German football shirt on (Bayern were playing that day) and I noticed him speaking German. His German is very broken but we managed to hold a conversation. Thanks for the post (with the hints of drug legislation there too) and for detailing the story so well. Very interesting. Thanks again.

Miguel said...

Thanks Stuart. Sounds like he should stick to teaching English, which he speaks pretty well.

With a longer beard he must have looked like an Old Testament prophet.

Mike

mauricio forero l said...

Is he jewish?? And if he is, is he ashamed of it??? Excellent post Mike, some of these characters are so much like the characters that you can find in Kerouac or Borroughs novels. You see Miguel; those damn protestants stealing his songs...Lol :)

Stuart Oswald said...

Astonishing! Why would he be ashamed of being Jewish? Can't believe the new low this is coming too. You should be ashamed of asking something so disgusting.

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Miguel said...

I didn't get the impression at all that he was ashamed of the Jewish connection. He only commented that his mother wasn't Jewish by blood, and I assume that his father isn't either.

Mike

Stuart Oswald said...

So, part of your family could ashamed of being Jewish!!! Even more astonishing.

clemente said...

Hey Stuart, do you have any idea of how to read a paragraph, we all know your limits with history, but do you with English too???

Stuart Oswald said...

Thanks. I know your limits with reality.

Where is this mysterious paragraph then, that makes it ok for someone to ask something so nonsensical as to, whether a person is ashamed of being Jewish????

mauricio forero l said...

No, you just do not know how to read English, it is just like when you were calling COMMUNIST NATZIS a bunch of hippies. You were born in England and, still, you struggle with your own language. Do you have any idea how foolish do you look!!!

clemente said...

Men!!! This guy Stuart, is truly so out of touch with anything that is cerebral.

mauricio forero l said...

Stuart, lets be honest, you are pissed off because of what I said about your profile picture a week ago...Please get over that...No tengas tango odio en tu corazon chaval

Stuart Oswald said...

Lol,.. So where is this paragraph then, that leads you to ask such questions????

mauricio forero l said...

Stuart, yo quiero ser tu amigo, porque no me dejas??

Stuart Oswald said...

Still waiting for that paragraph!?