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(vía maskedlinguist)

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the sound of teenage girls laughing near you when you’re by yourself is literally the most terrifying thing a person can experience

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"Before I went to the protest that day, I stood in front of a picture of the Dalai Lama, and I swore an oath: ‘If I am arrested, I will not give the names of any of my friends.’ They put me through eight months of interrogation. They burned cigarettes on my face. They made me stand in ice for four hours, until my skin froze into the ice, and then they pushed me forward. They gave me electric shocks on my tongue. They told me they were going to kill my father and mother. After eight months, I had a trial. Two guards stood next to me when I testified, and they hid electric shocks in my sleeves in case I said something they didn’t like. I was sentenced to four years. Sometimes I’d get so hungry I’d eat toothpaste. And sometimes I’d get so thirsty, I’d drink my urine. When I finally got out, I weighed 39 kilograms."
(Dharamshala, India)

catherine-die-grosse ha dicho: They had something like that post about black women in zoos in Portugal? What/when?


In 1940 there was an exhibit called ‘Exposição do Mundo Português’ - Portuguese World Exhibition - and it was the clearest colonialist propaganda ever. In what is today Belém (the gardens right in front of Jerónimos Monastery) an exhibition was set up representing the several colonies belonging to Portugal, ranging from Macau to Mozambique and Angola. The famous Padrão dos Descobrimentos that still stands was specifically built for it (as was the garden that was left practically untouched)

The exhibition was really a gigantic propaganda space, advertizing the colonies as traditional and pictoresque, alongside portuguese villages and their traditions. Of course, this was all set up: the country was drowned in poverty and the ‘colonies’ were not the tribes Salazar advertized.

So it was essencially the oldest dicator trick in the book to show the nation as civilized and advanced and the colonies as primitive and below us. It was absolutely disgusting, specially considering what was going on in these countries and the war that ensued. I went to a coloquy once about photography done in Guinea and they would set up these villages that they called typical, when they weren’t, and photographed naked women mostly riding cows and whatnot and avdertized as the typical guinea tribe. One woman was Rosinha, who was apparently famous for her beauty. Her photos were actually postcared for the navy, and one of them read on the back ‘who will sleep with Rosinha tonight’.

I have this feeling that many people in my country forgot about this event, and it’s something still clear in our minds, I mean, it was only in 1940 and some of the architecture here involved still stands (Belém is a dark stain in that matter) but the fact is this was the top moment of our colonial-fetish and it’s like a topic we’re too embarrassed to approach. But it was real and it was just as horrible as colonialism can be

hace 21 horas // 6 notas

Tengo miedo de perder la maravilla
de tus ojos de estatua y el acento
que me pone de noche en la mejilla
la solitaria rosa de tu aliento.

Tengo pena de ser en esta orilla
tronco sin ramas y lo que más siento
es no tener la flor, pulpa o arcilla
para el gusano de mi sufrimiento.

Si tú eres el tesoro oculto mío
si eres mi cruz y mi dolor mojado
si soy el perro de tu señorío

No me dejes perder lo que he ganado
y decora las aguas de tu río
con hojas de mi otoño enajenado.

'Soneto de la dulce queja', Federico García Lorca.

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