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Mundo Afro
Mundo Afro
Mundo Afro
afro
surviving 300 years
of slavery
MUNDO
by Jennifer Patterson
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Existiu um El Dorado Negro no Brasil
Existiu como clarão que o sol da liberdade produziu
Refletiu a luz da divinidade do fogo santo de Olorum
Revivieu a utopia um por todos, e todos por um.
Once there was a Black El Dorado in Brazil
There it was like a shaft of sunlight that liberty released
It was there, reflecting the divine light from the holy fire of Olorum
And there it revived, the utopia of one for all and all for one.
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–Lyrics from “Quilombo, O El Dorado Negro” by Gilberto Gil/Waly Salomão
48 W e s t w o r l d >> n ov e m b e r 2 0 0 8 (top) P. Narayan, (bottom left) Manfred Gottschalk/maxximages.com; (boy, Baiana) Jennifer Patterson
My quest: to witness a Candomblé ceremony
– as Wade Davis had done with Haitian Vodoun.
Inside, a personal note to a past owner was “I thought you would be black,” Bahians are descendants of West African
penned: “This book is one of the most my Brazilian host Bárbara Nascimento de slaves. In fact, the state of Bahia has the
famous Brazilian romances. It’s set in the Oliveira – an award-winning writer and highest concentration of blacks in Brazil –
1920s, but many habits remain the same in friend of a friend – said upon welcoming which, in turn, has the world’s second-larg-
the state of Bahia, Brazil. The book shows a me into the home she shares with her est black population behind Nigeria. But as
little of Brazilian northeastern culture, which mother, Zélia. The assumption about my Bárbara and I strolled the streets, I drew my
is, in my view, the strongest regional culture race was understandable, for why was I so own comparisons – to Cuba mostly, though
in my country because of its African roots.” keen to explore Bahia’s Afro-Brazilian cul- Salvador seemed somehow closer to Cam-
Intrigued, I read Amado’s popular love story ture? My English ancestors could be consid- eroon than the Caribbean. “Salvador is like
and then Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands, ered colonizers. Perhaps I was here to make Angola,” Bárbara declared one morning as
both set in or close to Bahia’s capital, capti- amends, to take my Eurocentric view of the we passed rows of shops signs in Yoruba.
vated by the languid sensuality of the tropics world and turn it on its head. But then, And it appeared to be true – from the
and Bahia’s rich Afro-Brazilian heritage. Still, that’s what I was here to explore, as, from impromptu capoeira performances in front
it would be another 10 years before I finally that first day, she and Zélia escorted me of the Afro-Brazilian Museum to the Bahian
flew over Brazil’s jungle canopy and into Sal- around their town and guided me in my street vendors dressed in white lace, hoop
vador – this place of Yoruban chants, Can- quest: to witness a Candomblé ceremony, skirts and turbans, selling African-inspired
domblé, carnival and capoeira, where just as Wade Davis had done with Haitian finger food. The aroma of moqueca, a rich
traditions brought by African slaves are pre- Vodoun in the ’80s. seafood stew made with coconut milk, and
served in amber. One thing I did know: the majority of acarajés, deep-fried bean fritters stuffed with
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Geographically, Salvador is closer to
Africa than North America.
shrimp, were hard to resist. Still, of Congo, from Angola to Mozam-
we opted instead for tropical ice 8]i`ZX bique – soon followed, more than
cream: cashew and passionfruit. were enslaved in any other colony
Geographically, as well, Salva- 8kcXek`Z
or country in the Americas, to cul-
dor is closer to Africa than North FZ\Xe tivate Brazil’s coffee, cotton, cacao
America. Draw a line across the Jflk_ and sugar. It would be three centu-
Atlantic and you find Angola, ries later, in 1888, before Brazil
while the same chart that traces the 8d\i`ZX JXcmX[fi abolished slavery, the last country
transatlantic slave routes between to do so – 81 years after slaves were
West Africa and Brazil illustrates I`f[\AXe\`if freed by Britain, 40 years after their
how snugly the South American emancipation in France and 23 years
and African continents once fit after the end of the U.S. Civil War.
together: the coastline of north- In Salvador’s old quarter,
eastern Brazil tucked beneath the former discovery by the Portuguese in 1501. The Pelourinho, the cries of slaves were once
African “Slave Coast” that comprises mod- city soon served as an important slave port, heard as men, women and children were
ern-day Ghana, Togo, Benin and Nigeria. its abundance of churches (one for each day publicly whipped and tortured on the
Almost 2,000 km northwest of Rio de of the year) earning it the nickname “Black steep, wedge-shaped Largo do Pelourinho,
Janeiro, on Bahia de Todo os Santos (All Rome.” The first Africans were transported or “Pillory Square.” Today the pedestrian-
Saints Bay), Salvador was established as the here in 1550, and an estimated 4.5 million only colonial district has been transformed
country’s capital in 1549, after the region’s slaves – from Senegambia to the Kingdom into a hive of black pride. Declared a
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UNESCO World Heritage site in 1985, it is
now a popular tourist attraction, with cob-
blestone streets bordered by storefronts and
restaurants – neatly painted façades of tur-
quoise, ochre and lime green. References to
Africa are everywhere: beauty salons spe-
cialize in beaded braids; shops hawk ebony
sculptures and T-shirts in gold, red, green
and black, the colours of the African
diaspora; the percussion group Olodum
(which performed on Paul Simon’s Rhythm
of the Saints album) is headquartered here;
and martial arts studios offer workshops in
Angolan capoeira.
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feel the energy of Salvador’s pre-Lenten
party that is said to eclipse Rio’s.
Only the day before, I met with Denil-
son José, black activist, choreographer and
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English teacher, inside his classroom over-
looking Praça da Sé. “Salvador is the black-
est city outside Africa,” he told me as we
discussed the country’s contemporary black
CLAIMS¬SERVICEx
movement and the importance of its cul-
tural links with the African continent. “Bra-
zil’s long military dictatorship ended 20
years ago and, since then, we have been
trying to make new ties with Africa – espe-
cially while [Afro-Brazilian singer] Gilberto
Gil was cultural minister.” Under Gil’s ten-
ure, Salvador hosted the second world con-
ference of African intellectuals and the
African diaspora, where world leaders con-
vened to discuss an African renaissance, a
new world order and enhanced cultural
and economic ties between black popula-
tions on both sides of the Atlantic. During
the 1970s and ’80s, the black consciousness
movement of Brazil may have taken its cues
from the American civil rights movement,
the Black Panthers, funk and James Brown.
But today, José stressed, Afro-Brazilians look
THATS¬OUR¬POLICY
increasingly toward Africa for affirmation.
“Black Brazilians are still struggling to
find their place in Brazilian society,” agreed
Dr. Jocélio Teles dos Santos, anthropology
professor and director of the Centre for Afro-
Oriental Studies at Salvador’s Federal Univer-
sity of Bahia, when we met that same 4AKING¬GOOD¬CARE¬OF¬YOU
afternoon over sweet black coffee in his colo-
nial office. To further complicate matters, dos 7HEN¬YOU¬PURCHASE¬INSURANCE¬YOU¬ARE¬PREPARING¬FOR¬THE¬UNEXPECTED¬n¬A¬
Santos explained, race is not defined by the COLLISION¬A¬lRE¬OR¬PERHAPS¬A¬THEFT¬!ND¬IF¬YOU¬EVER¬NEED¬TO¬MAKE¬A¬CLAIM¬YOU¬
American-style “one-drop rule,” whereby
WANT¬YOUR¬INSURANCE¬COMPANY¬TO¬BE¬WITH¬YOU¬EVERY¬STEP¬OF¬THE¬WAY
“one drop of black blood makes you black.”
In fact, in Brazil, the definition of black is !T¬!-!¬)NSURANCE¬WE¬EXCEED¬THAT¬EXPECTATION¬&OR¬THE¬SECOND¬YEAR¬IN¬A¬ROW¬
much more complex and depends mostly on !-!¬)NSURANCE¬HAS¬RECEIVED¬THE¬HIGHEST¬CLAIMS¬SERVICE¬AND¬TRUSTWORTHINESS¬
skin colour and facial features, rather than RATING¬OUT¬OF¬SEVEN¬MAJOR¬INSURANCE¬COMPANIES¬IN¬AN¬INDUSTRY¬REPORT
54 W e s t w o r l d >> NOVEMBER 2 0 0 8
two Spaniards, a Mexican man and me –
down a side street and into a passenger van.
And we negotiated traffic-clogged roads –
five lanes of traffic flowing each way in a
chaotic blinking river of red-and-white
lights – through the already dark suburbs of
Salvador, then descended a steep flight of
steps through a terraced garden laced with
offerings to the gods. In this place of wor-
ship, mulheres (women) are seated on one
side of the room, homens (men) on the
other. Visitors wear white out of respect for
the orixás. We were not to speak or take
photos, as the dancers circled the room
and, one by one, fell into a trance – chan-
nelling their gods.