It's all very well bopping to the bossa nova but is it just me or have I seen one too many adverts for a huge corporations cashing in on Paris'
YEAR OF BRASIL.? We've reached a fever pitch now with all that's green yellow and blue. I don't want to be a killjoy - you know I enjoy a Gilberto Gil concert - but let's wake up and smell the un-ethically produced coffee.
Brazil has 186 million people and is the fifth largest country in the world. Less than one per cent of the people own 46-50 per cent of the land. It has the second worst distribution of wealth in the world, second only to Sierra Leone, according to the UN. There are 50 million people under the poverty line, of which 30 million are malnourished.
Thanks for the party vibes Mayor Delanoe but am I the only person left feeling that
holding a capoeira display in the make up department of Galeries Lafayette department store falls some way short of the full story?
Funnily enough there was barely a beauty salon in Paris where the gals knew what a brazilian wax was two years ago when I first came here. This trend had hit London, where I used to live, so long ago that I was already over it and had moved on to post-post-feminist styles of intimate hair removal. One day, with my legs swung so my feet were right next to my ears with a none-too-gentle Iranian beautician exceptionally close to "l'Origine du Monde" brandishing a spatula full of bubbling wax, I decided I'd had enough.
I came over all girly there for a moment. Back to politics -
"Government is like feijao (beans). You have to apply pressure for it to cook", goes a popular Brazilian phrase and I was inspired reading about perhaps the most dynamic direct action movement in the world. It was the largest march in Brazilian history, which lasted 17 days. The landless farmers'movement, the Movimento Sem Terra, or MST, brought 12,000 marchers from 23 states to walk 238 kilometres to the Brazilian capital Brasilia to demand land reform. The marchers took on not just the government but Brazil's big landowners in the decades-old fight for land.
In dry heat, every day for 17 days 12,000 men, women and children marched sixteen kilometres, occupied land and camped on it. Each marcher had with them a knife and fork, four rolls of toilet paper, a water bottle, a straw hat, a roll-up mattress, first aid, MST caps and t-shirts and a bucket to wash with. They were also given a rucksack, a plastic rain cover, a card for their name and state, pen, notebook, a book on agrarian reform written by MST groups, and a transistor radio.
Not quite so sexy as beach volleyball in front of the Hotel de Ville. And highly unlikely to turn up in one of the L'année du Brésil press releases I guess.
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