25 de Abril Sempre!!!!!!!!!
Salgueiro Maia e outros capitaes de Abril. Photo from here
Para uma celebracao do 25 de Abril como deve ser vejam a pagina da minha mae. Nao tive tempo para nada, snif... Mas nao me esqueci e o 25 de Abril estara sempre no meu coracao. E hoje sem pensar nisso, vesti-me de vermelho-cravo, nem sei bem porque... :) Segue-se uma explicacao para turista do que eh o 25 de Abril.
Sorry for that small paragraph in portuguese but today is a very special day for many portuguese. For others it is a hateful day. Anyway. Today, 32 years ago, there was a revolution in Portugal. This revolution was done by the army, mainly by lower rank officers - they are now called the Captains of April. For 40 years before that day, Portugal was under a fascist regime which had led us into never ending wars in our colonies throughout the world and to being openly ostracized by democratic governments. Portugal was isolated (proudly alone, was the motto for this regime) and kept in darkness. Due to our isolation, a lot of regions were pretty much as developed as in the 19th century, and poverty was abundant. People were obviously not allowed to speak their minds against the government, and there was only one political party allowed. We had the same prime minister for something like 30 years. The one time when a real opposer tried to run, not for prime minister, that was a sure assignment, but for President, he lost misteriously and died not so misteriously shortly after. My grandfather used to listen to his campaign on the radio. My mother was very young, still in primary school. Her teacher asked them who used to listen at home to the political campaigns on the radio, and my mother said innocently her father did. After that, my grandfather was taken to questionning by the political police. He was "lucky" because he had no affiliation they could prove to any forbidden organisation, but members of the then underground Communist Party and Socialist Party were often put in prison for years, questioned and tortured. Many died there.
In 1974, the politicized faction of the army decided to take a stand and in few more than 24 hours, with no support from higher ranking officers, the Captains of April made the perfect revolution... In the dawn, they started to move and take all the important points where resistance could be met. When people started to wake up, they heard warnings from the revolutionary movement to stay at home. But they just couldn't. They came to the street to show their support and agreement, and to finally express their desire for freedom. In the frantic hours after that, the only bloodshed that occurred was caused by the political police forces who tried to resist and shot randomly out of a window to a square filled with not an angry but hopeful crowd.
The street sellers were selling red carnations. I don't know and no one will ever be sure who thought of it, but somehow red carnations were placed in the soldiers' machine guns. For me this is the most emblematic image of this revolution, also called the Revolution of Carnations, and even though I never lived it, I will always be very happy on this day. Because I know it was one of the happiest days in my parents' life, my grandparents', my uncles', and it makes me happy that they could see it, they were there, they watched this amazing change in the face of the people and turned to the mirror in surprise at their own expression of happiness to be at last, free.
This is where the story ends, and I say they lived happilly ever after. But that's bulshit, everyone knows THAT!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this bit of portuguese recent history. If not... ah, what the hell.
Elevador da Gloria, Lisboa, on April 25th 1974. Photo by Victor Valente
Para uma celebracao do 25 de Abril como deve ser vejam a pagina da minha mae. Nao tive tempo para nada, snif... Mas nao me esqueci e o 25 de Abril estara sempre no meu coracao. E hoje sem pensar nisso, vesti-me de vermelho-cravo, nem sei bem porque... :) Segue-se uma explicacao para turista do que eh o 25 de Abril.
Sorry for that small paragraph in portuguese but today is a very special day for many portuguese. For others it is a hateful day. Anyway. Today, 32 years ago, there was a revolution in Portugal. This revolution was done by the army, mainly by lower rank officers - they are now called the Captains of April. For 40 years before that day, Portugal was under a fascist regime which had led us into never ending wars in our colonies throughout the world and to being openly ostracized by democratic governments. Portugal was isolated (proudly alone, was the motto for this regime) and kept in darkness. Due to our isolation, a lot of regions were pretty much as developed as in the 19th century, and poverty was abundant. People were obviously not allowed to speak their minds against the government, and there was only one political party allowed. We had the same prime minister for something like 30 years. The one time when a real opposer tried to run, not for prime minister, that was a sure assignment, but for President, he lost misteriously and died not so misteriously shortly after. My grandfather used to listen to his campaign on the radio. My mother was very young, still in primary school. Her teacher asked them who used to listen at home to the political campaigns on the radio, and my mother said innocently her father did. After that, my grandfather was taken to questionning by the political police. He was "lucky" because he had no affiliation they could prove to any forbidden organisation, but members of the then underground Communist Party and Socialist Party were often put in prison for years, questioned and tortured. Many died there.
In 1974, the politicized faction of the army decided to take a stand and in few more than 24 hours, with no support from higher ranking officers, the Captains of April made the perfect revolution... In the dawn, they started to move and take all the important points where resistance could be met. When people started to wake up, they heard warnings from the revolutionary movement to stay at home. But they just couldn't. They came to the street to show their support and agreement, and to finally express their desire for freedom. In the frantic hours after that, the only bloodshed that occurred was caused by the political police forces who tried to resist and shot randomly out of a window to a square filled with not an angry but hopeful crowd.
The street sellers were selling red carnations. I don't know and no one will ever be sure who thought of it, but somehow red carnations were placed in the soldiers' machine guns. For me this is the most emblematic image of this revolution, also called the Revolution of Carnations, and even though I never lived it, I will always be very happy on this day. Because I know it was one of the happiest days in my parents' life, my grandparents', my uncles', and it makes me happy that they could see it, they were there, they watched this amazing change in the face of the people and turned to the mirror in surprise at their own expression of happiness to be at last, free.
This is where the story ends, and I say they lived happilly ever after. But that's bulshit, everyone knows THAT!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this bit of portuguese recent history. If not... ah, what the hell.
Elevador da Gloria, Lisboa, on April 25th 1974. Photo by Victor Valente
11 Comments:
A minha filhota não se esqueceu do nosso feriado especial! Fico feliz. Acho que a explicação para turistas está bem esgalhada... :)
O pior da coisa é que o 25 de Abril sempre! aqui vai animando cada vez menos gente. Enfim, não vale a pena desanimar. Isto um dia há-de lá chegar (lá onde, é que a minha dúvida...).
Beijinhos
Maya: As for your Full Metal Alchemist theories, my dear friend, I'm sorry but it's just a manga... Ehehehehe:P I think it would be enough for the molecule to be of equal value. So it could be made of different atoms, but in the end it should have the same "value", in terms of electrons versus protons?... Anyway, this is my guess and if you saw it till the end you know alchemy is impossible in our world. There is an energy that is needed to induce these transformations. I can't believe that i'm talking about this so seriously. Even worse! I'm now reading a manga about a japanese board game called Go. And it's pretty intense!!! I can't stop reading, and it's all my cousin's fault for making me an addict to manga. I'll start a list of manga/anime links in this blog, soon. Really.
Anyway, you'll be happy to know that I met here a turkish girl and could see right away she was turkish for 2 reasons: turkish accent (yeaaaaah, i recognized YOUR accent) and somehow i think turkish women have some facial features in common. I was just sure she was turkish, and i asked her and she was! Ehehe!
Lique: pois eh, parece que o R anda a cair cada vez mais. E os portugueses perdem o brio... Ai, Portugal, Portugal. De que eh que tu estas a espera? Eh razao para perguntar...
Hi Ana, you told me this history once earlier, bit it was a pleasure to read it again, because it gives a feel of freedom and it is good to keep these parts of history vivid, to feel that is it is privilege to be free and feel free. That you can just decide whta to do, what to listen, where to go and what to write on your blog ;) I still like the song you put on your blog earlier, but I am still waiting for somewhere in texes :P, actually it is on the radio here all the time, but Danish radio might be a bit different from the TeXan radio. Good luck woth your project once again...for me...the last few days pass by...I think I have to put 'love u more' on my blog very soon ' I've been away tooooooooo loooooong' good luck and see you soon, lots of greets and venlig hilsen
Aniek
Oi, Anocas,
como sempre cá tivemos o nosso feriado, deu na tv pela 112ª vez o filme da Maria de Medeiros "Os Capitães de Abril", no qual eu pessoalmente acho uma certa piada ao actor que faz de Salgueiro Maia...mas isso n tem nada a ver, a personagem é q interessa (cof, cof...) E depois agora calhei a ler a tua bela história e resolvi dar um pequeno contributo, para q toda a gente saiba como o português até improvisa quando n sabe o q há-de fazer com as armas q tem na mão!lol (estou a brincar, ninguém substima a nobreza da sua atitude naquele dia)
Why red carnations?
Last year I saw on a TV show a lady that introduced herself as the author of this 25th April symbol. She used to help her mother selling flowers at the market in Lisbon. At the beginning of that day, when officers started to ask people to stay home, for security reasons, they noticed the market was closed as almost everything else in the city, so they couldn't sell any flowers that day. Without knowing for sure what was really hapenning, they started to walk home and in their way, when they were passing right in front of the Carmo Headquarters, they stare looking at all the crowd shouting for freedom. In the middle of lots of civilians there were many more soldiers that insisted not to use their weapons, so she felt somehow amazed with that attitude. She felt there was something speacial happening that should be celebrated: She took one of the red carnations she was still holding and offered it to a soldier that was looking at her. He smiled and put it at the end of his weapon, where instead of bullets, a flower would come out at least in that day. After that she offered all the red carnations she had to the soldiers and that is why we have this image of a revolution full of red carnations, full of hope for a better future...
Thanks, Martcheska, for that explanation! What I like more about this image of the gun with a red carnation is that it's the perfect marketing image for any revolution (if revolutions had marketing images... no? then why does every 13 yr old pseudo rebel has a t-shirt with Che Guevara's face? Plus he wasn't as cute as Gael Garcia Bernal, who played him in the Motorcycle Diaries ... eheheh), and yet it was spontaneously born from the most honest feelings.
Cof cof, por falar nisso eu tb acho mta piada ao actor que faz de Salgueiro Maia, e alias o verdadeiro Salgueiro Maia era tb um pedaco de mau caminho. Eheheh. Acho que o filme da Maria esta-se a tornar uma versao revolucionaria da Musica no Coracao, vamos ter que apanhar com ele cada 25 de Abril, porque cada vez mais a imaginacao portuguesa esta-se a esgotar no que toca a celebrar a Liberdade. Futebol, celebramos bem. Liberdade, ta complicado...
3 frases saltam à minha vista, levantam-me imensas duvidas e outras tantas tristezas e frustrações em todos este post e comentários sobre o nosso 25 de Abril!
1- “no? then why does every 13 yr old pseudo rebel has a t-shirt with Che Guevara's face?” – Porquê? Porquê do Che? Porque não os capiteis de abril? Porque não a espingarda com o cravo? Porque é que o Che representa a irreverência e um capital de Abril seria simplesmente “fatelo”? Por-quê???
2 e 3 – “Que o 25 de Abril permaneça, pelo menos, nos nossos corações!“– no blog da tua mãe ou escrito de outra maneira aqui num comentário “Isto um dia há-de lá chegar (lá onde, é que a minha dúvida...)” – Este é um sentimento crescente nos portugueses que efectivamente fizeram a revolução de 74… a minha mãe até já diz bem pior “ se era para isto mais valia ter estado quieta!”. Mas como sempre não se pode agradar a todos. Por exemplo, na tv entrevistavam várias pessoas conhecidas ou não:
Ana Salazar – eu achava que ia acontecer tudo muito mais depressa. A mentalidade das pessoas ainda está mto atrasada!
Jornalista – Achávamos que ia ser tudo uma maravilha… e não foi…
Pastor – Acho que há muita liberdade agora e não sabem o que fazer com ela… devia haver menos…
Costuma-se dizer que na vida tudo é cíclico, ou uma espiral (já que não podemos passar duas vezes pelo mesmo espaço de tempo!) e o mesmo afirmam alguns sobre a Historia.
No tempo da inquisição a censura levava as pessoas para a fogueira. No tempo da ditadura, pela mesma razão as pessoas eram presas indeterminadamente. Hoje, no tempo das liberdades, onde eu posso escrever o que eu quiser num blog a censura faz-se pela calada, por debaixo da mesa, de tal maneira que é quase impossível combate-la ou derruba-la.
A imagem que tenho da nossa realidade hoje é um regime ditador de acções, onde se pode dizer e barafustar o que se quiser desde que se vá seguindo pelos corredores da “Matrix”!
No fim fica a pergunta: Para quê?...
Eu nao ponho em causa nunca o valor da revolucao de abril. Continuo a achar que sem ela estariamos pior. Sem 0 25 de Abril, muitas mais pessoas teriam morrido no ultramar, muitas mais pessoas veriam os seus ideais espezinhados, e eu nao poderia ter este blog, como disse a Aniek e a Dora. Acho que o pastor que disse que deviamos ter menos liberdade devia ser atado a um poste e ser comido por abutres, para ver o que eh nao se poder mexer livremente. Acho que as pessoas que esperavam que tudo mudasse para melhor e rapidamente ainda acreditam na Branca de Neve. Nunca eh demais dizer que uma gaja que vive com 7 anoes e eh mto generosa, nao pode ser virgem. Nao me admira que a rainha ma a quisesse ver pelas costas, de preferencia morta, eu tb detesto sonsas. There's no Happily Ever After. A unica coisa que foi escrita depois de "they lived happily ever after" foi "The End". Como disse alguem numa peca de teatro qualquer (conto pormenores noutro post), you gotta make your own After. Eh preciso que os portugueses entendam isto de uma vez!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
É sempre a mesma coisa, falar de Portugal dá pano para mangas! E eu continuo a insistir em não ficar calada, q era o q eu fazia melhor … mas enfim, insistamos…
Uma vez ouvi um reformado da tropa dizer:” na Tropa quando um comandante quer realmente fazer qualquer coisa nomeia 1 pessoa para ficar responsável pela obra, quando não se quer assim tanto q a coisa seja feita, nomeia-se 1 comissão responsável!” O 25 de Abril a mim parece-me 1 obra inacabada (o q não é necessariamente mau) cuja comissão depois de feita a revolução se esqueceu de definir os objectivos seguintes, ou o “ever after”!. Sempre ouvi dizer q com a liberdade veem as responsabilidades, mas essas, ninguém as parece querer… Ninguém sabe, nem quer saber, nem pensar, o que é que é suposto ser Portugal daqui a 20 anos! E é neste ponto q eu concordo com o pastor, há efectivamente liberdade a mais porque as pessoas ainda não aceitaram as responsabilidades inerentes a essa liberdade. Mas nunca este meu raciocínio coloca em causa o 25 de Abril! Questiono sim o seu “ever after!”
Não acho que os portugueses tenham problemas em fazer cada um o seu ever after, mas tambem não acho que com o ever after de cada um se vá a algum lado. Não sei se a geração que fez o 25 de Abril, fez mal ao se encostarem à sombra da bananeira (ou da revolução), mas a nossa geração está definitivamente mal… e não sei se algum dia vamos conseguir fazer alguma coisa de jeito! E isto sim preocupa-me, porque o que lá vai, lá vai, mas o que lá vem?
Concordo absolutamente contigo, Dora, e nunca abusas do meu blog :)). Acho que sim, eh preciso mesmo que as pessoas reconhecam as responsabilidades que tem e nao se encostem a sombra de uma revolucao que aconteceu ha 3 decadas. Mas acho que os ideais das pessoas que fizeram a revolucao eram impossiveis de implementar no Portugal de ha 30 anos e ainda mais impossivel no portugal de hoje. A minha avo por exemplo, ficou mto contente por o fascismo acabar, mas o pensamento de ter um governo comunista era demasiado para ela. "Credo, filha, nem pensar", foram as palavras dela quando a minha mae lhe disse que podiamos mto bem ter tido um governo comunista. Nao estou a dizer que seria a solucao para tudo, eu nao acredito nisso, mas estou so a dizer que Portugal tem uma certa dificuldade em lidar com pontos de vista fora do social-democrata (e aqui ja estou a contar com o PS de hoje). Entao, ja que a solucao tem que andar por ai mesmo, em termos de governo, porque raio eh que os anormais desses partidos que acabam sempre la nao sao nada de jeito? Ha quem diga que cada pais tem os politicos que merece. E se calhar eh assim. Toda a gente gosta de lavar as maos na altura das eleicoes, e ninguem quer admitir que escolheu os idiotas que la estao. Porque? Porque nem sabem quem escolheram, nao conhecem planos eleitorais, so sabem que fulano da beijocas as velhotas e sicrano nao. Foda-se. Desculpem a asneira. Mas eh que nao ha pachorra. Se os portugueses estao descontentes mostrem-no, e talvez os palermas que estao no governo percebam que para variar tem que fazer alguma coisa de jeito pelo pais. Sao portugueses como tu e eu, os que nos governam. QUando chegar a nossa geracao, perguntas tu? Eu so de pensar nisso assusto-me. Acho que a nossa geracao nao liga puto a politica, e percebo porque. Talvez quando for maiorzita eu volte a portugal e funde um partido. Nao que a politica me interesse. Lolol... Mas pelo menos sei que teria 4 votos. Espero. Espera la, a Rita se calhar nao votava em mim. Teria uma certa razao... :P
Para começar a grande maioria dos eleitores não sabe qual é a diferença entre não ir votar e votar em branco, e aqui começa para mim a mais básica das irresponsabilidades.
Porque o pessoal gosta é de ter a liberdade de ir lá botar a cruz, se não é para botar cruz então não vou lá fazer nada! E mais sobre eleições não digo porque está tudo dito no resultado das últimas autárquicas em Outubro/Novembro.
Para terminar, deviam obrigar os universitários todos a ir de erasmus a ver se isto ficava um pouco melhor! Mas depois lembro-me que o minimamente inteligente que não está para andar a enganar nem a pisar o vizinho do lado vai para o estrangeiro!... ou seja há-de cá estar sempre a mesma escumalha para fazer os partidos! Lol...
Bastante curioso esse cometário da tua avó!
beijinhos
amazing picture! beautiful!
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