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How Darcy
Ribeiro Build
His Own
Pedestal
Inhabitants
of the year of the Lord 1997, we have witnessed in Brazil the crumbling
in Brazil of one of the most fragile myths created by the Brazilian
intelligentsia. Or maybe we should call it stupiditsia.
The myth in question is the monoglot senator Darcy Ribeiro, who built
his entire life and career on lies. He died last February and left
a posthumous piece of trash, Mestiço é que é
bom (Mixed Breed is Best) (Editora Revan Publishers, Rio,
1997). Before we get into the senator’s swindling, let’s
read some of his pearls of wisdom. In this book, Darcy is interviewed
by some of the most illustrious tupiniquim (1) communossaurs,
like Antonio Callado, Antonio Houaiss, Eric Nepomuceno, Ferreira Gullar,
Oscar Niemeyer, Zelito Viana and Zuenir Ventura. It’s important
to list these names. If it were not for the testimony of these friends
of his, one would have trouble believing the following paragraphs.
One
of the most surprising revelations of this posthumous work by the
illustrious humanist from Minas Gerais is the pleasure he derived
from beating women. Oscar Niemeyer, one of the most solid bastions
of Stalinism in Brazil, kicks the ball and Darcy scores the goal:
DARCY
- It was in Paris, the first time I went to Paris, in 1954. There
I found an incredible thing, a girl, of Turkish Lebanese origin, from
Rio Claro, in São Paulo. At eighteen she had won the French
language prize, she was a student. I arrived from Switzerland, I had
spent a month in Switzerland, working. When I arrived in Paris I met
the girl by chance, I liked her company and started hanging out with
her.
She was terribly embarrassed of her virginity - French women are much
more concerned with their virginity than Brazilian women, a French
girl from a bourgeois family, that is -- but as she was living on
the Rive Gauche, she was embarrassed of being a virgin there, because
the boys fooled around and they wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck,
too, but she refused to fuck. I was already bored with her and she
kept coming after me like a tick, holding on to me, but wouldn’t
fuck with me. She came to see me in my room at the boarding house
but wouldn’t fuck. A room at a boarding house, in those days,
in Paris! This girl was very much ashamed of being a virgin, but very
scared.
So, I kept going out with her, sightseeing in Paris. On a certain
day, we went to catch the last subway, we had to catch it or we would
have to walk several blocks. We went to the subway, we were at the
edge of the subway, waiting, and she knew that when we arrived she
was going to be fucked, otherwise I would bust her head. Soon I would
be leaving so this was the day for her to be fucked, she was very
nervous. Then the bitch suddenly threw me down the subway tracks,
way down. That stuff is electrified, I could have died! I kept trying
to get up, hanging by my hand at the edge of the platform, and she
stepped on my hand. I was furious and I beat her up.
HOUAISS - You managed to climb up and get out of there?
DARCY - I managed to climb up - today I wouldn’t be able to
- with her stepping on my hand. I really beat her up, man! She was
real quiet, cried a lot and then she agreed and I fucked her.
That’s why I was just now, recently, walking with my chief of
staff, who is a very good-looking woman, and her husband, in the market
of Montes Claros and I went and said to one of those women vendors
-- many of them know me:
- How are you?
She asked:
- Who is this, your wife?
- No; she works with me but doesn’t want to fuck.
- Beat her up and she will.
Not satisfied with proclaiming his qualities as an emeritus brutalizer
of women, the senator proceeds to brag about his sexual adventures
as an ethnologist, when he scored some “decadent Indians”.
This time the one kicking the ball is the also deceased Antônio
Callado:
CALLADO - Darcy, the first time I went to see the Indians, in 1950
or 51, it had been long established that you don’t fuck Indian
girls so as not to mess things up too much, it was more or less traditional,
so that they wouldn’t start fucking all the Indian girls. So
much so that when I was there, Leonardo Villas-Boas was already at
Fundação Brasil Central (Central Brazil Foundation)
and he was being forced to leave the Indian Protection Service because
he had fucked an Indian girl, whom he married. When did you arrive
there for the first time? Was this law already in effect?
DARCY - It’s true. I started with the Indians in 1946. This
law exists to this day, because of Rondon and classical Anthropology.
I was educated not to have sex with the female Indians because, for
the anthropologist, in my case specifically, long research work was
difficult. Nowadays the women are already doing it with the Indians,
the women anthropologists like to have sex with them, to create intimacy.
They are really doing it, with them too. Poor guys, the Indians are
human too. So they do it. And since they do it with the men, the men
also started to fuck with the Indian girls, first-generation anthropologists.
(...) I spent many months with the Indians and I always managed to
have one. For instance, I never fucked the Urubus-Kaapor girls because
I was doing work with the Kaapors, but I used to fuck the Tembés,
who were some decadent Indian women found up there.
Let’s
see this brilliant interpretation of Genesis proposed by the senator:
DARCY
- By the way, I need to tell you about a very interesting thing that
I have developed recently, kind of literary but very nice. It’s
a story about Eve, I’ve been meditating about Eve and discovered
that Eve is a trotskist. She is the first revolutionary in history.
We owe fundamental things to Eve.
First, Eve created the fuck. Adam was a perfect jackass, standing
there, with that dangling apparatus of his and didn’t know what
to do. Eve said:
- Come here, Adam dear.
He put it inside her and it was such a good come, he had the orgasm,
and when he came, the big angel descended and said:
- God doesn’t like it, God is pissed off at you. Out!
And he ran them out of Paradise. Paradise was shit, it was not plastic
because there was no plastic yet, it was made of papier mâché.
Because the flower is the plant’s genital organ, it fucks, there
could be no flowers fucking in paradise. It was papier mâché.
When the big angel ran them out of there, he ordered:
- Let’s make communism, let’s build Paradise out there.
Eve also left to make communism.
And since we are talking biblical themes, it’s worth having
a look at the concept Darcy Ribeiro has of Jews:
DARCY
- The Jews are such sons-of-bitches that from time to time they name
the baby girl Lilith. Lilith is the sinful Eve, the one that offers
the wandering, fiery little pussy.
Let’s
admit that these confessions were the result of a lot of alcohol in
the brain. Which by the way renders them more serious: in vino, veritas.
However, we must suppose that the monoglot senator was not drunk when
he wrote in Folha de São Paulo: “The expansion
of the white man was the worst catastrophe in human history”.
If
this statement had been made by some illiterate individual with no
better concept of History or Geography, the phrase would simply be
another piece of nonsense like so many others reproduced daily by
the media. But it so happens that it was uttered by a Senator of the
Republic, whose ideas, profession, life and career -- in spite of
his monoglotism and lack of academic education -- were fed by Europe.
Considering the source, such nonsense deserves some consideration.
That White Europeans killed, both in their continent and in the continents
they conquered, no one in their sound mind can deny. But killers were
also the Chinese, the Mongols, the Turkish, the Arabs, the Japanese.
Blacks and Indians also killed and still do. As for as human beings
are concerned, the only broad statement we can make without incurring
in any fallacy is that the Green people, as well as the Blue people,
have never killed their fellow creatures. Due to the simple fact that
there are no green people or blue people.
The
first man to create embryos of universities all over the world - and
this happened 300 years before Christ - set out killing and conquering
peoples, trampling them from Macedonia to Asia. Were it not for Alexander,
the dialogue between East and West would have been delayed by centuries.
There were times when cultures spread by the sword and those times
are not very distant from our times. So the European conqueror stifled
the Neolithic from Pindorama (2)? Good! If it were not for
that, Darcy Ribeiro would not have had access to the cobalt bomb which
in the 70s helped extend his life considerably.
The
European white man killed and destroyed, as all men kill and destroy,
except Green and Blue men. But he also discovered penicillin and nuclear
fission, went to the Moon, is already contemplating Mars and its electronic
eyes are now approaching Pluto. He gave us Mozart and Vivaldi, opera
and cinema, communications and the computer. Even Christianity, in
spite of its medieval murdering fury, has bequeathed us an aesthetics
which cannot be thrown in the famous trash dumpster of history. There
are no terms of comparison between the Notre Dame and a umbanda
(3) yard. No one can confuse a native’s hut with the Eiffel
tower. Even less the Paiakan caiapó (4) chief with
Casanova.
To
dismiss the expansion of the white man, that is, of European culture,
is to deny Socrates and Plato, Cervantes and Shakespeare, Dante and
da Vinci, Schliemann and Champolion, Fernão de Magalhães
and Armstrong, Pasteur and Einstein. Not to mention Hegel and Marx,
who are, ultimately, the foundation for Darcy Ribeiro’s “Weltanschaaung”.
If we accept his fundamentalist view, then Van Gogh’s and Bosch’s
canvases better be left to those who collect paper for industrial
recycling. May the great museum collections be used to build diques
in Holland, the Louvre and the Hermitage be closed, libraries, publication
collections and film collections burned and all computers and parabolic
dishes forbidden, as it is already happening, by the way, in the Islamic
world. The first measure of the taleban fanatics, when they first
entered Kabul, in Afganisthan, was to destroy all television sets.
White
technology transported Darcy Ribeiro in its jets to the countries
where he tasted “the bitter caviar of exile”. When he
had to choose a refuge, he favored countries of White culture, the
same culture which expansion, according to his accusation, resulted
in the worst catastrophe in history. When death approached, Darcy
chose to bite the hand that fed him.
Hieratic, enjoying the absolution that death confers, he died in an
aura of sanctity. But that is not a reason to forgive the infamies
which he uttered posthumously, thanks to the editorial effort of his
“compagnons de route” (journey companions). There is an
explanation for this amount of nonsense delivered by an intellectual
of international fame: throughout his life, Darcy was a fraud.
Besides bragging that he was a monoglot, he boasted as his university
degree a diploma from the School of Sociology and Politics in São
Paulo, a course which was never recognized by the Ministry of Education
and Culture. In the resume he sent to the Senate, he smartly entitled
himself an ethnologist, an occupation which, like those of anthropologist,
prostitute or psychoanalyst, is still not regulated in Brazil. He
was awarded three federal retirement benefit packages, one of those
by the University of Brasília, where he never had one single
student and where he was never employed.
As if this were not enough, he used to say that he founded the University
of Brasília. He did not. Nor did he ever teach there, although
he retired from it.
He also said he founded the National University of Costa Rica. He
didn’t do that either. By the way, there is no such university.
He bragged to have been awarded a Honoris Causa diploma from the Sorbonne.
Pure intellectual fraud. Darcy received the Honoris Causa, in 1978,
when the Sorbonne no longer existed. The diploma was conferred by
the University of Paris VII and delivered in a room in the building
of the former Sorbonne, which is quite different. Not to mention that
the Honoris Causa diploma serves only to embellish business cards
and doesn’t grant any academic qualification to its carrier.
Darcy knew very well that in this country where there are no better
criteria for evaluating intelligence, cheating is the easiest resource
for the uneducated man to prosper in life. Lying all the way, he was
hoisted to a government ministry and to the Senate. Once in office,
from the heights of his high school degree, the monoglot senator condemned
in a single phrase the culture in whose bosom he was born and fed.
In trying to escape his spiritual death, Ribeiro did not choose the
tantã (5) or the oral account under the shade of a
baobab, but instead he chose modern printing houses assembled by the
white man he so abominated. In his effort to escape physical death,
which is an instinctive reaction of every human being, the anthropologist
did not resort to witch doctors but to first rate hospitals. When
Jesus called, he didn’t seek salvation through shamans. Instead,
defeated, he begged the representatives of that same culture which
produced him and which he, the turncoat, later decided to abominate.
The worst catastrophe in human history -- “the expansion of
the White man” -- produced this country which in turn produced
Darcy Ribeiro, and seasoned this cultural pot in which the senator,
with his mineiro (6) cleverness, built his career and prestige.
Before his death, he organized a foundation to ensure that his “thoughts”
would not die. Obstinate graphonomer, he left an amount of work so
volumous that he doesn’t know any more how many books he wrote
nor in how many languages he has been translated. Thanks to whom?
To an European called Gutenberg.
It
is fashionable among anthropologists, sociologists, psychologists
and other oologists to systematically deny the cultural values of
the west, that is, of white culture, which bases are in Greece and
in Rome, to favor primitive cultures which oftentimes never went
as far as an alphabet and, even in those places where they did,
their lives today are soaked in the blood of tribal wars. More than
fashionable, this tendency is a true conspiracy from all the defeated
in History who aim their deaf resentment against the best that humanity
has produced.
In life, senator Darcy Ribeiro joined this immense group of sores.
Dead, he became an icon. When the tupiniquim stupidtsia
hear the news that the Berlin Wall has been taken down, Darcy will
take his deserved place, which is in the famous garbage dumpster
of history.
(1)
tupiniquim is from the Tupi (indigenous) language; it is
used to mean “Brazilian” in an affectionate and sometimes
pejorative manner.
(2) Pindorama = Indian name for Brazil
(3) umbanda = religious cult that combines Afro-Brazilian
rituals with Brazilian Spiritualism
(4) caiapó = Brazilian Indian tribe
(5) tantã = type of drum played by the Indians
(6) mineiro = from the state of Minas Gerais. In the original,
the expression is “manha de mineiro”.
Translated
from the Portuguese by Tereza Braga.