Clipperton Island: Mexico's Forgotten Murder Colony

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In the empty midst of the Pacific Ocean sits an uninhabited atoll. Known as Clipperton Island, it’s an unprepossessing place; exactly the sort of anonymous stretch of sand you might fly over enroute to Hawaii and never think twice about. Rising only 3m out the ocean, and covering a mere 5 km2, its a place of crabs, coconuts, and little else. At least, it is today. A hundred years ago, though, Clipperton Island was home to something much more strange and fascinating. It was here that a freak accident of war and revolution stranded 100 men, women, and children for three long years. And it was from their number that a kingdom of near unparalleled cruelty rose. Yet while the short-lived Kingdom of Clipperton Island is both repulsive and fascinating, it’s far from the only story that played out on this lonely atoll. Over the centuries, Clipperton Island has been visited by pirates, mighty empires, and guys trying to make a fortune out of bird poop. They say that every place on Earth - no matter how small - has a story to tell. Well, buckle up, because tiny Clipperton Island has enough tales to fill an entire library. (TITLE): The Secret Island If you were to get in a boat and sail 2,090 km southwest from Mexico, you might eventually come across a small, oddly-shaped atoll. Oddly-shaped because, rather than looking like The Island from Lost, it appears more like a circle drawn across the ocean by some particularly cack-handed child. See, the interior of Clipperton is taken up by a large freshwater lagoon, leaving only a tiny strip of sand a handful of meters wide encircling it. Sandwiched on this strip between the saltwater and the freshwater exists a sparse dusting of scrub, some wild tobacco plants, a handful of coconut trees, and not much else. Well, aside from the bazillion or so crabs, and tens of thousands of seabirds periodically raining poop down onto the island. When it’s not raining poop, it’s raining actual rain. From May to October, Clipperton is relentlessly battered by storms. When it’s dry, the whole place stinks of ammonia. In short, Clipperton Island is less “tropical paradise”, and more “somewhere to exile Napoleon to when he’s really misbehaving”. But make no mistake. Despite looking like the sort of place featured on Holidays from Hell, Clipperton Island is far from unwanted. Over the decades, an astonishing number of people have tried to make this inhospitable place their home. We don’t know who the first person to set sight on Clipperton was. Some sources say Ferdinand Magellan sailed this way in 1521. Others, that it was really Álvaro de Saavedra Cerón. But since most sources seem to be kinda guessing, we’re just gonna roll with the first dude to definitely set foot there. John Clipperton was an early-18th Century English pirate operating along the west coast of Central America. In those days, real pirates were often indistinguishable from privateers working for their governments to hassle foreign vessels. And, boy, did Clipperton get his kicks hassling foreign vessels. Since his main targets were Spanish ships around Mexico, he seems to have set up base on Clipperton Island around 1705. Hence it being called, y’know, Clipperton Island. But Clipperton was only there for the briefest period before vanishing off to continue his pirating elsewhere - a decision that might have been helped by the island being knee-deep in guano. Still, Clipperton’s brief sojourn on Birdpoop Island marked the beginning of human interest in the atoll. Just a couple of years after he left, two French ships sailed past and decided to call it Ile de la Passion, a name which absolutely did not stick. But it wouldn’t be thanks to random Frenchmen that Clipperton Island was suddenly discovered by the wider world. That would fall to one Prussian geographer who never even set foot there. In 1804, Alexander von Humboldt was in Peru when he noticed the natives using bird poop as fertilizer. Curious, he took a sample of the stuff back to Europe to have it analyzed. Back on the old continent, the guano blew people’s minds. Imagine just accidentally discovering perpetual motion one day; how that would revolutionize the world. Well, that’s what guano was in the 19th Century. The crop yields Humboldt’s guano returned were so impressive, people freaked out that they’d somehow magicked every single harvest the land was capable of making into being all at once. Just like that, the Age of Guano had arrived. And suddenly, small, literally-crappy islands like Clipperton were starting to look mighty interesting. (TITLE): The Battle for Bird Poop You can measure the scale of the guano craze simply by looking at how it affected geopolitics. In 1856, the US passed the Guano Islands Act, allowing any American to claim any uninhabited island anywhere in the world, provided it had guano on it. It was the beginning of possibly the grossest gold rush in history. And it wasn’t long before it reached Clipperton Island. In 1856, the Oceanic Phosphate Company landed a small crew of miners on the atoll to start shoveling that sweet, sweet ass-gold. Barely had they started than Mexico was all like, “Hey! That’s our bird poop!” With guano suddenly big business, Mexico was super keen on laying claim to nearby islands covered in the stuff. And they wanted the US to know they considered Clipperton Mexican. But this neighborly spat was about to pull in a much bigger player. Over 10,000km away, in Paris, Napoleon III was trying to figure out how to muscle in on the Guano craze. The nephew of Napoleon, Napoleon III had seized control of France in an 1851 coup, heralding the birth of the Second French Empire. While nowhere near the threat his uncle had been, Louis-Napoleon was still a guy at the head of a European power that you did not want to mess with. So when he pulled out a map and declared Clipperton Island now belonged to France, there wasn’t much Mexico or the USA could do about it. In 1858, the French navy annexed the island, removing the small contingent of American miners. Clipperton was folded into the overseas department of Tahiti, and that should’ve been that. But it wasn’t. Come 1870, the Second French Empire went crashing down in flames, taking Napoleon III with it. Once the smoke had cleared and it was obvious the new Third French Republic wasn’t capable of defending remote, poop-encrusted islands, Americans started creeping back to Clipperton. But, once again, they wouldn’t last long. Already, there was another dictator itching to get his hands on all that gunao. If Napoleon III was the pompous, mustachioed version of Napoleon, then Porfirio Diaz was the more-pompous, more-mustachioed version of Napoleon III. A former general in the Mexican Army, Porfirio Diaz had seized power in 1876, ushering in a reign known as the Porfiriato. Like Napoleon III, he’d overseen a long period of stability and economic progress. Like Napoleon III, he’d combined that upside with the downside of trampling everyone’s freedoms. And, like his European counterpart, he was now desperate to add Clipperton Island to his Porfiriato portfolio. In 1897, Diaz made his move. A small Mexican force was sent to Clipperton, where they forcibly removed the American miners. That done, they flew the Mexican flag, claiming the island. Foolishly, though, Diaz didn’t leave anybody on Clipperton while he tried to notify France and America of his claim through political channels. So, while everybody was busy fighting diplomatically, a fourth and final nation decided to get involved. In 1899, the British Navy just went and annexed Clipperton, other claims be damned. America and France both kicked up a massive fuss, but since Britain was the world’s naval superpower at this time, there wasn’t a whole lot they could do. But Porfirio Diaz tried a different tack. Knowing he’d never, ever prise Clipperton back from the British by force, he decided to just cut a deal with them. The Brits could work Clipperton as they pleased, and reap the profits. All they had to do in return was recognize Mexican sovereignty. What else were the Brits gonna do? They said yes. (TITLE) Building the Colony For the first decade of the 20th Century, Clipperton underwent a mini boom. The British built rock gardens, began growing vegetables, planted palm trees, and constructed houses. From being a wasteland surrounded by sea, Clipperton soon became… well, still kind of a wasteland, but at least one where you wouldn’t quickly succumb to scurvy. The Brits even built a small lighthouse atop Clipperton’s one high point: a jagged, 21m promontory rising abruptly from a small patch of shore. It was this small lighthouse that would soon become the site of Clipperton’s most-gruesome event. But not quite yet. As the decade rumbled on, it became clear to the Brits that they were wasting their time. While the guano they were mining was of good quality, the transportation costs were just too high to compete on the market. Add in the fact that Clipperton Island could never be self-sufficient, and it started to seem like it wasn’t worth the effort. In 1909, the British finally abandoned Clipperton, leaving behind just one man and his wife to act as a caretakers. But while the Brits were ready to wash their poopy hands of the atoll, Porfirio Diaz certainly wasn’t. The next year, Diaz ordered 13 soldiers to land on Clipperton. The idea wasn’t to simply to garrison the island, but to colonize it. Each man was allowed to bring his wife, any children they had, plus a few servants each to keep things civilized. All told, 100 Mexicans eventually landed on Clipperton in 1910, joining the British caretaker and his wife. Since these are the people we’ll be spending the rest of the video with, it’s time we met some of them. The most important man on the island was Ramón Arnaud, the governor. While “governor” may sound prestigious, it was very much said with sarcastic air quotes. Arnaud was actually an army deserter who’d been tracked down, captured, and was now being dumped on this remote and smelly island as part of his punishment. Alongside Arnaud was his wife, Alicia Rovira Arnaud, perhaps the closest thing Clipperton had to a socialite. There was also the teenage Tirza Randon, who we’re gonna hear more about later. Finally, there was Victoriano Álvarez, the guy chosen to man the lighthouse. Extremely tall, strong, and naturally hardy, Álvarez was in some ways perfectly-suited for island life. But he was also moody, unsociable, and prone to isolation, often locking himself away in his lighthouse for weeks at a time. So this was the core of the colony established by Diaz in 1910. One that lived in sturdy, British-built houses, and was supplied by bi-monthly ships from Acapulco. Unfortunately for the brand new colony, though, 1910 would also be the year that Diaz went the way of Napoleon III. Little did any of the colonists know it, but the Mexican Revolution was already bearing down on them like a tropical cyclone. When it finally hit, everyone was gonna be blown away. (TITLE): “Viva La Revolución!” The outbreak of revolution in Mexico is one of those complicated things we’ve tried to cover in-depth before, most notably for our Emiliano Zapata video on our sister channel Biographics. But if you don’t have time to go watch that now, here’s the super-condensed version: In 1908, Porfirio Diaz gave an interview where he announced Mexico would hold free and fair elections in 1910 to choose his successor. Diaz’s plan was that Mexico’s ordinary citizens would beg him not to retire, allowing him to enter the race at the last moment and win handily. What Diaz didn’t realize was that after 34 years everyone in Mexico hated him, and would literally vote for Snidely Whiplash over another minute of the Porfiriato. When it became clear Diaz was about to lose the 1910 election, he had his opponent - Francisco Madero - arrested. Mexico responded by detonating like an angry bomb. Not that the revolution’s outbreak initially affected Clipperton. Even as Porfirio Diaz was swept from power, the basic structure of Mexico’s government remained, and the supply ships from Acapulco kept on coming. While it must’ve been weird for the Clipperton colonists, getting news of the revolutionary storm every two months, their little outpost survived the replacement of Diaz with Francisco Madero. They even survived Madero’s assassination and replacement with wanabee-dictator Victoriano Huerta. It was what came next that would really doom them. In 1914, the revolution in Mexico finally span out of control. That April, the United States invaded Veracruz. Just three months later, Huerta fled into exile just ahead of Pancho Villa’s army. With the whole of Mexico now in freefall, Clipperton was suddenly forgotten. That same spring, the last supply ship left the island. When it didn’t return two months later, governor Ramón Arnaud realized they were cut off. Sadly, though, the knowledge doesn’t seem to have scared him as much as it should have. We know this because, in late summer, 1914, a US ship reached Clipperton with a mission to evacuate the British caretaker and his wife. When Arnaud spoke to the captain, he was told that not only was Mexico on fire, but World War One had just broken out in Europe. Given the lack of supply ships, the American captain offered to evacuate Clipperton’s Mexican colonists alongside the two Brits. But Arnaud turned him down. It’s impossible to say what the governor was thinking. Whether his sense of duty stopped him; or whether he assumed the Mexican Revolution would soon end and supplies would resume. But if that’s what Arnaud thought, he was wrong. As 1914 gave way to 1915, the horizon remained stubbornly free of supply ships. On the narrow sands of Clipperton, the vegetable gardens planted a decade before by the Brits all died. With nothing left to eat but coconuts and crabs, the colonists soon started succumbing to scurvy. Caused by a lack of Vitamin C, scurvy is often associated with sailors having their gums start bleeding and all their teeth fall out. What it’s less commonly associated with is something it can very much cause: death. Between 1500 and 1800, an estimated two million sailors died of scurvy, a disease so painful it’s said that “death is mercy”. Now this disease ravaged the colonists, felling men, women, and children. By the time 1916 dawned, fully three quarters of the Clipperton colonists were dead. Sadly, they were the lucky ones (TITLE): Rise of a King Come early 1916, Ramón Arnaud was getting desperate. By now, the governor likely realized he’d doomed everyone by refusing evacuation. It’s probable the deaths of the other colonists weighed heavily upon him. All of which may explain what he did next. Just as things were at their absolute lowest, someone spotted a ship. It was just on the horizon, far too far away to see them, but that didn’t stop the dying colonists from jumping up and down on the shore, screaming and shouting. As the ship drew further away, Arnaud seems to have decided that this was his last chance to put things right. Dragging the small rowboat left with the colonists down onto the shoreline, he demanded all the men help him chase after the vanishing ship. But Arnaud’s story wasn’t destined to end with redemption, with the governor catching up to the distant vessel. Instead, the surviving women and children watched in horror as the men cast off, rowed away from shore… ...and then all went under when the boat capsized. Standing on the narrow strip of sand, Alicia Rovira Arnaud - the governor’s wife - barely had time to process her grief when the second shoe dropped. Almost out of nowhere, a titanic storm blew up, battering the island. Although the remaining women and children took shelter in the British-built houses, they weren’t enough. The cyclone that hit Clipperton that day was like a grenade dropped onto a house of cards. Houses disintegrated. All shelters were blown away. By the time the winds eventually died, the colonists had almost been wiped out. Somehow, Alicia had survived the night, as had 20-year old Tirza Randon, and another woman, along with a handful of children. But as they emerged blinking into the harsh sunlight, the women saw that they weren’t the only ones to escape the storm’s clutches. There, standing in the matchstick ruins of the houses, stood a very tall, very powerful looking man. Locked away in his lighthouse, Victoriano Álvarez had survived the storm. Survived the malnutrition that had ravaged the colony. Escaped the fate of those in the rowboat. Now, he was the only man left for tens of thousands of kilometers. Faced with this small group of women stranded with him, Álvarez made a terrible choice. He methodically picked through the wreckage of the homes, pulling out all the weapons. He locked them in his lighthouse, out of reach of Alicia Arnaud and Tirza Randon. Then he came back and told the women how much their lives had just changed. From now on, Álvarez told them, he was King Álvarez, master of this island. The three of them existed only to please him, to do as he ordered. If anyone tried to fight back… Well. Álvarez would use the confiscated weapons to so badly mutilate them, they’d never think of crossing him again. It was the beginning of the Kingdom of Clipperton, one of the most sadistic regimes to have ever existed. Over the coming months, Alicia Arnaud was subject to nearly-daily beatings. The other women were sexually assaulted over and over and over again. If the dictators in this video have been getting steadily more pathetic, from Napoleon III to Porfirio Diaz to Victoriano Huerta, then King Álvarez was undoubtedly the most pathetic of them all. All through 1916, he played the part of a TV villain, abducting Tirza Randon for weeks at a time, keeping her locked in his lighthouse where he sexually abused her. By mid-1917, the women and children on Clipperton must’ve been traumatized, and certain that rescue would never come. That left only one option. They would have to rescue themselves. Death of a Kingdom One of the curious things about the collapse of civilization on Clipperton is just how long Álvarez let himself be constrained by its memory. Although he happily abused Randon and the other woman, he held back from sexually assaulting Alicia Arnaud. Maybe it was the rank she’d once held, that of governor’s wife. Maybe Álvarez simply figured no-one back in Mexico would care what had happened to the lower class women. But for whatever reason, Álvarez didn’t abuse Arnaud for nearly 18 months. That all finally changed in July, 1917. After several weeks of assaulting Randon, the self-proclaimed king seems to have grown tired of the headstrong young girl, and dragged her out of his lighthouse. In the barely-makeshift shelter the survivors had set up, he threw Randon to the floor, and ordered Arnaud to report to the lighthouse the next morning. The bloodied Randon waited until Clipperton’s dictator had left, before whispering “now is the time!” The very next morning, as instructed, Arnaud went to the lighthouse. At her side, Randon walked, head bowed, silent. When they arrived, it was to an unusual sight. Álvarez was stood outside, cooking a bird he’d managed to capture. The giant of a man had his shirt off, and was smiling. Who knows? Perhaps he’d intended freshly caught seabird to be his romantic meal for Arnaud. But when he caught sight of Randon, Álvarez’s smile faded. The king started yelling at Arnaud, demanding to know why she’d brought the younger woman with her. As he bellowed and raged, Randon slipped away, vanishing inside the open lighthouse. She came back out just moments later, her hands hidden behind her back. Then she slowly approached Álvarez, trying not to make a sound. Just as she came up right behind him, Álvarez seems to have realized something was wrong. He turned from Arnaud… ...but any chance he’d had of surviving this encounter was already gone. Using both hands, Randon swung the hammer as hard as she could. It bounced off Álvarez’s skull with a sickening thud, making the king roar like an animal. Some sources say Álvarez tried to fight back. That he may have even pushed Randon over and run for an axe. But it was all useless. Randon managed to get three good hits in on the king’s skull, shattering it. It’s possible Arnaud also managed to get a knife and stabbed him, but the sources are unclear. What is clear is that, only moments after Randon initially slipped away, the king of Clipperton was dead, and his kingdom in ruins. In the aftermath of Álvarez’s murder, Arnaud and Randon went and sat on a remote corner of the island, staring out to sea. It was from here that they first caught sight of the US gunship Yorktown, patrolling the Pacific for German U-Boats. This time, when the stranded colonists screamed and jumped and yelled, they were seen. The Clipperton survivors were picked up the very same day. When the captain of the Yorktown heard the story of their king and his tawdry reign, he went to investigate the lighthouse. There, he found Álvarez’s bloodied corpse, clearly the victim of murder. But, knowing what this dead man had done to these women, the captain declined to put anything in his report except that Álvarez had died of scurvy. The Yorktown reached the Mexican mainland on July 22, 1917, officially ending the Clipperton colony. Some seven years before, 100 men, women and children had set out, determined to establish a Pacific outpost of the Porfiriato. Now, just three women and a handful of children were still alive. The Porfiriato lay in ruins, Mexico was in revolution, and the Clipperton colony completely abandoned. It was a twist nobody in 1910 could’ve seen coming. A mockery of all the grand dreams they’d had. And there was still one last twist to come. After WWI’s end, Mexico and France both asked the Vatican to rule on who had the legitimate claim to Clipperton Island. The Holy See hummed and hawed for the best part of a decade, before finally passing off the decision to King Victor Emmanuel III of Italy. In 1930 or 1931, the Italian king ruled in favor of his neighbor, France. After all those arguments and threats… after the loss of nearly 100 lives… after the horror the colonists had been through… Mexico had to simply stand aside and watch as France triumphantly reclaimed Clipperton Island. But, by 1930, what use was this pointless atoll to anyone? The guano boom had finished decades ago, leaving Clipperton as nothing but an unprepossessing blank; exactly the sort of anonymous stretch of sand you might fly over enroute to Tahiti and never think twice about. Today, this oddly-shaped atoll is still uninhabited, still nothing more than a name in a database in some French government department. A faint smudge on a map. Yet it’s also so much more. Clipperton Island’s place in history is a strange one. It’s past was deeply intertwined with the Age of Guano, the Second French Empire, the Porfiriato, and the Mexican Revolution. And yet it played no part in any of these, existing merely as a footnote within a footnote within an essay that no-one would ever read. Even the short-lived “Kingdom of Clipperton” was nothing but one man’s perverted fantasy, destroyed the moment Randon’s hammer cracked open his skull. But Clipperton Island is also a place where three women experienced tremendous suffering. A place as bleak and evil as any number of better-known torture centers. While few may know of it today, it’s fitting to think this anonymous island still exists; perhaps as a memorial to what these women endured, perhaps as a monument to the fear they all overcame, and the courage they found to face their tormentor. They say that every place on Earth has a story to tell. In the case of Clipperton Island, we’re glad to report that that story - and the story of its monstrous king - is finally over.
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Length: 24min 36sec (1476 seconds)
Published: Fri Feb 21 2020
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