In colorful knitted caps, in leather hats bedecked with coins, in high white hats of straw, 150,000 stolid Indian farmers and miners poured into an open field near the 1½-mile-high hamlet of Ucareña one day last week. Five airplanes appeared in the brassy sky, swooped down to a landing. Out of one plane stepped President Victor Paz Estenssoro, the bespectacled onetime economics professor whom the Indians call "our father." In an open car he rode to the field, where Indians greeted him with thumping drums and shrill flutes.
The President and the Indians were there for a major event: signing...
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