Porfirio Diaz or José de la Cruz Porfirio Díaz Mori (Born on 15 September 1830 – Died on 2 July 1915) was a Mexican dictator and politician, who served seven terms as President of Mexico, a total of 31 years, from 1876 to 1911. Those periods, in the history of Mexico, also known as the Porfiriato.
Porfirio Diaz began life as a poor nobody before rising to become his country’s absolute dictator. Starting in 1876, Diaz ruled Mexico with an iron fist for over three and a half decades, leaving power only when swept from it by the tides of revolution. Yet the story of Diaz is more than just the story of an autocrat.
Although a strongman, Diaz oversaw one of the most sustained periods of progress in Mexican history. Under his watch, the country modernized and transformed… even as democracy was trampled into the dust. A devil to some, an angel to others, this is the life of Porfirio Diaz: Mexico’s gentleman dictator.
Facts About Porfirio Diaz
- Born: 15 September 1830, Oaxaca, Mexico
- Also Known as: José de la Cruz Porfirio Díaz Mori
- Service Years: 1848–1876
- Presidency: 1876 to 1911
- Political party: Liberal Party
- Nationality: Mexico
- Spouse(s): Delfina Ortega Díaz (m. 1867; died 1880), Carmen Romero Rubio (m. 1881)
- Children: Deodato Lucas Porfirio (1875–1946), Luz Aurora Victoria (1875–1965)
- Father: José Faustino Díaz
- Mother: María Petrona Mori
- Died: 2 July 1915 (aged 84), Paris, France
- Burial: Montparnasse Cemetery, Paris, France
Early Life of Porfirio Diaz
Porfirio Díaz was born on the night of September 15, 1830, in Oaxaca, Mexico, and was baptized by his grandfather José Agustín Domínguez that same day. He was the sixth of seven children of José Faustino Díaz and his wife María Petrona Mori.
It was to dirt-poor mestizo parents in the state of Oaxaca. If you’re not up on your terminology, “mestizo” means mixed-race. Diaz’s ancestors had been a combination of white Spaniards and indigenous Mixtec people. But while that might sound interesting today, in early Mexico it was pretty much a guarantee that you were gonna spend your life wallowing in poverty.
And wallow the Diaz did. When he was just three or five, Diaz’s carpenter father died, leaving the family penniless. The family was so poor that they couldn’t afford shoes. There are tales that, as a child, Diaz spied on a local cobbler, trying to figure out how to make shoes for his family himself. But then life wasn’t a picnic for anybody in 1830s’ Mexico.
The reason being that the country was just embarking on a solid half-century of chaos. Until only a decade before Porfirio Diaz’s birth, Mexico had been the Viceroyalty of New Spain, an outpost of the Spanish empire. But that empire had lost its jewel in 1821 when New Spain had won independence and declared itself Mexico.
The early years of Mexico had been kinda like watching a confused middle schooler, trying on various personalities to see what sticks. It had been an empire, been a republic. By the time Porfirio Diaz was old enough to be spying on shoemakers, though, it had settled into a much-less welcome form. Mexico was a mess. The trouble had begun with 1828’s disputed election.
What started as a democratic wobble soon became the norm, until Mexico was like a big plate of political Jell-o. To give you some idea just how shaky things were; between 1828 and 1857, the Mexican presidency changed hands fifty times. This chaos was helped by a number of factors, both internal and external.
Externally, there were all the European powers who kept invading, like the Spanish in 1829 or the French in 1838. Internally, there was the fact that Mexico’s liberals and conservatives would rather focus on dicking one another over than actually governing the country. Then there was Santa Anna. You might recognize Santa Anna from your American history class.
He’s the Mexican dictator who laid siege to the Alamo and lost Texas to a bunch of revolutionaries. But he was also Mexico’s great political survivor. Flitting between left and right, he tumbled in and out of the presidency all the way from 1833 to 1855, adding to the general sense of chaos.
But if the decade of Porfirio Diaz’s childhood was characterized by a Mexico constantly on the brink of crisis, it had nothing on what was gonna come next. The 1840s would see the start of a period when Mexico was more or less constantly on fire. And, when the entire country was nothing but ashes, Porfirio Diaz would be the only person left standing.
The Inferno
On 25 April 1846, a group of American soldiers deliberately wandered into the disputed zone between Mexico and the newly-annexed state of Texas. When the Mexican border guards opened fire, the US used it as a pretext to launch a full-scale war. If Mexico in 1846 was a wobbly stack of Jell-o, then the Mexican-American War was like a hurricane blowing the entire pantry away.
The American invasion caused the government to collapse, allowing Santa Anna to seize the presidency for the ninth time. Down in Oaxaca, 15-year old Porfirio Diaz abandoned the priesthood and instead enlisted in a student militia to fight for Mexico’s honor. But this wasn’t the war Diaz was destined to shine in. Heck, he wouldn’t even become the biggest name from his home in Oaxaca.
That honor would fall to Benito Juarez. Born in 1806, Juarez was from a fully indigenous family – unlike the mestizo Diaz – and hadn’t spoken Spanish until he was 12. He was, however, ferociously intelligent, and had become a lawyer and leading liberal in Oaxaca. Come 1846, Juarez had been elected state governor, just in time for the Mexican-American War.
When it became clear that Mexico was destined to lose, Juarez made a stand and refused to send any more young Oaxacan men to die in Santa Anna’s army. The result was Juarez landing a place on both Oaxaca’s unofficial list of Liberal heroes, and Santa Anna’s very official list of “Guys I’m Totally Gonna Kill.”
On February 2, 1848, the war ended, and Porfirio Diaz demobilized from his student militia. But rather than return to the priesthood, he instead returned to Oaxaca, determined to follow in Benito Juarez’s literal footsteps. Today, Diaz is associated with Mexico’s conservatives, but he started out learning at Juarez’s feet.
This gave Diaz a front-row seat for Santa Anna’s next vindictive move – and, yes, emphasis fully on the dick. In 1853, Santa Anna returned to the presidency for the first time since the war. Only this time, he styled himself “His Serene Highness,” and launched a brutal consolidation of power. A consolidation that included kicking Benito Juarez out of the country.
When Diaz heard his mentor was being forced into exile, he was livid. He marched down to the town square where a referendum was taking place on Santa Anna’s coup – watched over by Santa Anna’s armed soldiers, naturally – and openly cast a vote against the dictator.
In the chaos that followed, Diaz then managed to mount a horse, steal a gun, and shoot his way out the town and off into the mountains to foment rebellion. It was both the most-Mexican exit we’ve ever heard and a piece of excellent political timing. Santa Anna’s new regime was as unpopular as a president returning for the eleventh time tends to be.
When others took up arms against him, it was clear his time was over. In 1855, Santa Anna resigned and fled into exile. He would die in poverty in 1876, having never regained the presidency. In the aftermath of Santa Anna’s two-decade hold on politics collapsing, the Liberals took power.
Juarez came back to Mexico, Diaz came back down out the mountains, and everyone cheered. It should’ve been a moment of calm. A hard-earned bit of breathing space after decades of chaos. But this is 19th Century Mexico we’re talking about. And if there’s one thing 19th Century Mexico was all about, it was chaos.
A Warrior’s Rise
When the Liberals took power in the wake of Santa Anna’s fall, they weren’t in the mood for compromise. They promulgated a new, hyper-liberal constitution that not only guaranteed free speech and the right to bear arms but also stripped the Catholic Church of its power and property. Unfortunately for Diaz and Juarez, Mexico had a lot of Catholics.
A lot of Conservative Catholics now sure that this Liberal government was destroying their way of life. Pitting Liberals against Conservatives in a gigantic bloodletting, the Reform War – of La Reforma – sucked for just about everyone. But not for Porfirio Diaz. Well, it did physically.
In one early battle, he got shot, leaving a festering wound in his side that wouldn’t heal for two whole years. But, politically, the war paid dividends. When La Reforma ended in 1860 with a Liberal victory, Diaz was promoted for his heroism. That meant he became a general just in time for the French invasion of Mexico. Yep, it’s more war, this time courtesy of our old friend, Napoleon III.
After winning the Reform War, Benito Juarez had retaken the presidency and discovered the country was broke. So he suspended all repayments of foreign debts. However, one of those foreign debts just happened to be held by France, now under the dictatorship of Napoleon’s nephew, Louis-Napoleon.
And if Napoleon III had inherited one thing from his uncle, it was his love of invading foreign nations. We don’t have time to go into the French invasion in detail – which is a shame as it’s super interesting and involves Louis-Napoleon proclaiming a bewhiskered Austrian named Maximilian Emperor of Mexico.
By the date of the Battle of Puebla. On May 5, 1862, the Mexican Army faced the French in a battle where they were outnumbered 3 to 1. General Porfirio Diaz was technically second in command of the Mexicans. At the climax of the fighting, Diaz single-handedly led a cavalry charge against the French. So daring was his attack that the French lines broke, resulting in a Mexican victory.
The Battle of Puebla raised Porfirio Diaz from being a mere Liberal icon to a folk hero for the entire nation. It helped that Diaz followed his win-up with escapades like getting captured and breaking out of prison twice. By the time the French abandoned their Mexican adventure, Porfirio Diaz was to Mexico what Davy Crockett is to America. And he knew this.
When the post-invasion election of 1867 was held, Diaz threw his hat into the ring. He probably should’ve won. The only reason he didn’t is that Benito Juarez also-ran. While Diaz might’ve been a folk hero, Juarez was the nation’s wartime leader. It was like FDR asking the American public for his fourth term. Of course, Juarez was gonna win. So Diaz backed down.
He stepped out of the race and retired to a ranch in Oaxaca. But here’s the thing. Porfirio Diaz in 1867 wasn’t a retirement age. He wasn’t even 40. More than that, he was ambitious. More ambitious than Benito Juarez realized. In less than a decade, that ambition was gonna take him from “Mexican folk hero” to “bigger dictator than Santa Anna.”
The Porfiriato
The period of Porfirio Diaz’s rule is known today as the Porfiriato, and its unofficial slogan was pan o Palo, or “bread or stick.” The bread part was for Diaz’s old enemies or others who might have the power to challenge him. These guys got not only showered with money but guarantees they could run their power bases like personal fiefdoms, in return for not getting any ideas about being president.
The stick part… well, that was for everyone else. Peasants who objected to their crops being taken by greedy elites; indigenous villagers worried about haciendas stealing their land; workers who wanted to unionize… they all got whacked with the Porfiriato’s stick. Not that this meant they were killed. The murder wasn’t Diaz’s style, he was too refined for that.
No, what it meant was suddenly having all your property confiscated. Or being deported to do backbreaking labor in some far-flung region without your family knowing where you were. Murder and torture aside, Diaz didn’t really care what happened to you. That’s because he had a bigger project to focus on. Diaz wanted to make Mexico great again. There were two parts to his plan.
First, Diaz needed to ensure the chaos of the last fifty years was over. So he sent waves of police and vigilantes out into the provinces, where he let them take care of the bandits and highwaymen in whatever way they saw fit. He had troublesome villages broken up, their members all separately shipped off to do hard labor.
That done, Diaz turned his attention to the second part: attract money into Mexico. At the start of the Porfiriato, Mexico was deeply in debt, with a poor international reputation. Diaz made sure all of that changed. He made debt repayments a priority.
Then, once people accepted that money invested in Mexico wasn’t money lost, he went back up north to see his American business pals and present them with his grand vision. They would invest in Mexico, and Diaz would ensure they had monopolies, and that any troublesome workers were dealt with using the Porfirian stick. In return, these investors would modernize his country.
After all its warring, Mexico had almost missed out on the industrial revolution. There were few rail lines, and some provinces were still so isolated that they were effectively self-governing. But not anymore. Almost overnight, railroad tracks sprang up, linking cities to ports, to the USA. Telegraph poles marched out by the thousands, connecting villages for the first time to the modern world.
Mines opened, digging up silver, zinc, and copper by the bucketload. All this created one of the most sustained economic booms on record. Money was suddenly pouring into a Mexico that was suddenly safe. What was there not to love? Diaz had gambled that, after a half-century of mayhem, Mexicans would accept him trampling civil liberties in return for law and order and a chance to get rich. And he was right.
The reason no-one rebelled against the Porfiriato was that no-one wanted to. But Diaz’s boom wasn’t evenly distributed. While the elites, the foreign investors, and the new middle class all got fat on Porfirian bread; millions of peasants, indigenous, and urban poor got nothing but the stick. Then there was the hypocrisy.
In 1880, Diaz honored his pledge and stepped down, refusing to run for reelection. Instead, he installed a puppet president and made sure this puppet passed just enough unpopular laws that, come 1884, the people were begging Diaz to return. So Diaz did as his people asked. And then he amended the constitution to make it legal for the president to have unlimited terms. So much for “no reelection.”
The Creelman Interview
By 1908, the Porfiriato was less a dictatorship than it was a fact of life. Diaz was now the longest-serving ruler in Mexican history, making even Santa Anna look a novice. As the Porfiriato had ossified, so too had the country. Democracy had been dead so long that no-one could remember what it looked like. Land rights were a thing of the past.
The rich kept getting richer, and the poor kept getting poorer. It was against this backdrop of stagnation and resentment that the 77-year old Diaz gave the interview that would destroy him. The Creelman interview – by American journalist James Creelman – was meant to be a puff piece.
It’s certainly written that way: its portrait of Diaz is so sugar-coated that it should carry a diabetic health warning. But deep within Creelman’s sycophantic prose was buried a landmine. One that, when it detonated, would blow up the whole of Mexico. Amazingly, it was planted there by Diaz himself.
“I have waited patiently for the day when the people of the Mexican Republic would be prepared to choose and change their government at every election…” he was quoted as saying. “I believe that day has come.” The words were vague, meant to reassure readers in the democracy-loving US that Diaz wasn’t a bad guy.
But they also gave everyone in Mexico the impression that Diaz wouldn’t stand in the 1910 election. You know that phrase: “when you’re in a hole, stop digging?” Well, Porfirio Diaz was evidently of the “better to dig straight through to Australia” school.
When everyone asked if he really was gonna stand aside and let another president take his place, he was all like, “sure, why not?” He stood by this all through 1909, as new political parties emerged. As a pro-democracy businessman named Francisco I.
Madero declared he would run under Diaz’s former slogan of “no reelection!” Diaz even stood by his words as Madero began campaigning in 1910, drawing enormous crowds of cheering supporters. Maybe Diaz was so blinkered that he assumed he’d win in a fair fight. Maybe he really did want democracy in 1908, then got cold feet as the election approached.
Either way, the result was the same. Right before the election, Francisco Madero was arrested. On polling day, everyone was given a choice: vote for Diaz or get a taste of the ol’ Porfirian stick. But you can’t let a genie-like democracy out of its bottle and hope to just stuff it back in.
Porfirio Diaz had given Mexico something unbelievably dangerous, as dangerous as handing the electorate a loaded gun and placing the barrel against his forehead. He’d given them hope. On October 5, 1910, Francisco Madero escaped jail and fled into exile in Texas.
There, he issued the Plan of San Luis de Potosí, calling on the Mexican people to rise up and overthrow Diaz. At long, long last, the Mexican Revolution was here. By the time it ended, no-one would be left standing at all.
Last Year and Porfirio Diaz Death
You might already know that November 20 is celebrated as Mexico’s day of revolution. What you might not know is that, had you been alive on November 20, 1910, you wouldn’t have realized anything was happening. That’s because almost nobody in Mexico heeded Francisco Madero’s call. In the capital, the Porfiriato ground on like nothing had changed.
But “almost nobody” is the same as “nobody”. Up in the north, a guy called Pancho Villa decided to follow Madero and get his revolution on. What began as a little bit of disorder quickly snowballed into an all-consuming avalanche. The Army had got fat and lazy on Porfirian bread and forgotten how to fight. Villa and his armies spent the winter racking up victories.
By mid-February, Francisco Madero was back in Mexico, ready to lead the revolt. Yet, even now, Diaz couldn’t see the danger he was in. He remained blind to it as winter gave way to spring. As Emiliano Zapata’s rebellion broke out in Morelos. Even as Villa’s army laid siege to Ciudad Juarez. It wasn’t until the city was about to fall that Diaz seems to have woken up to the looming threat.
But by then it was too late. In early May, Ciudad Juarez fell. Around the same time, the Zapatistas captured the city of Cuautla. There were now only two options. Diaz either resigned, or he dug his heels in and plunged Mexico into a bloody civil war. But Diaz wasn’t a dictator like Syria’s Assad, ready to drown his country in the blood to cling to power.
He was a gentleman. And gentlemen knew when to quit. On May 21, 1911, the treaty of Ciudad Juarez was signed, paving the way for an interim president and new elections. Four days later, on May 25, Porfirio Diaz resigned from the presidency and boarded a boat to Europe. After 36 years, the Porfiriato was over.
As he left, Diaz famously declared of the revolution: “Madero has unleashed a tiger, now let us see if he can control it.” Spoiler alert: he couldn’t. In the next two years, Francisco Madero would first become president, then be assassinated by General Victoriano Huerta. Huerta’s coup would be what turned the Mexican Revolution into an inferno, sparking the violence that killed hundreds of thousands.
But all that is a story for another time. Porfirio Diaz spent the last four years of his life in exile in Paris, watching his former country disintegrate. Possibly with sadness, possibly with a feeling of satisfaction that he’d been right all along: Mexico really was ungovernable. Porfirio Diaz finally died on July 2, 1915. He was buried in Montparnasse Cemetery, Paris, France.
Porfirio Díaz Legacy
Today, Porfirio Diaz’s reputation is still unsettled. On the one hand, there are those who point to the stability he brought. To the real economic progress made under his watch. On the other, there are those who point to the millions left behind by the Porfiriato. The millions abandoned until they got so frustrated that violent revolution was the only option.
Maybe both sides have a point. Without a doubt, Porfirio Diaz was a dictator. Without a doubt, he squandered the security and progress his regime brought by showering money on a narrow elite. But Diaz was also the lynchpin of an entire era of Mexican history.
A guy who ruled for longer than anyone else. His story may not be a pretty one or even an inspiring one. But it’s one we need to remember. For better or for worse, without Porfirio Diaz, modern Mexico would be a very different place.
Porfirio Díaz Honors
- Austria-Hungary – Grand Cross of the Royal Hungarian Order of St. Stephen
- Belgium – Grand Cordon of the Order of Leopold
- China’s Qing Dynasty – First Class Condecoration of the Imperial Order of the Double Dragon
- France – Napoleon’s Austerlitz sword, Grand Cross of the Legion of Honour
- Kingdom of Italy – Knight of the Grand Cross of the Order of Saints Maurice and Lazarus
- Empire of Japan – Grand Cordon of the Order of the Chrysanthemum
- Netherlands – Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Netherlands Lion
- Persia’s Qajar dynasty – First Class Condecoration with Grand Cordon of the Order of the Lion and the Sun
- Kingdom of Prussia – Grand Cross of the Order of the Red Eagle
- Kingdom of Portugal – Grand Cross of the Order of the Tower and Sword
- Russian Empire – Star of the Imperial Order of St. Alexander Nevsky
- Spain – Grand Cross of the Order of Isabella the Catholic, Grand Cross of the Order of Military Merit
- Sweden – Knight of the Order of the Sword
- United Kingdom – Honorary Knight Grand Cross of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath
- Venezuela – First Class of the Order of the Liberator
- Kingdom of Hawaii – Grand Cross of the Royal Order of Kalākaua I
Porfirio Díaz Quotes
- Poor Mexico, so far from God and so close to the United States! – Porfirio Diaz
- Nothing ever happens in Mexico until it happens. – Porfirio Diaz
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