OLAVO DE CARVALHO
Época, June 16, 2001
Translated by Assunção Medeiros
The stronger communism becomes in Brazil, less can we
talk about it
Never have so many and such good books about communism been published
in the world as in these years that followed the dismantling of the URSS.
The reason is obvious: the opening, even if partial, of the Files of the
Central Committee of the Soviet Communist Party, a never-ending treasure
for the scholars. It is not amazing that, the barrier of state secret
being broken, so many investigators throw themselves into these registers
of a dark past to decipher what certainly was one of the greatest mysteries
of Human History: the voluntary genuflection of millions of cultured men
before the altar of a grotesque, assassin and intrinsically absurd doctrine.
All the paradoxes, all the contradictions of the human soul press and
fuse together in the composition of this mystery of iniquity; to understand
it so we do not have to relive it is the number one duty of whomever has
assimilated Socrates’ lesson, according to which “a life that has not
been examined is not worthy of being lived”.
But the amazing thing is not the international wave of curiosity that
turned Moscow into historian’s Mecca. It’s the absolute lack of interest
that, in Brazil, opposes itself to the divulging of these discoveries.
Faster than thought, in the beginning of the nineties, communism was
decreed a thing of the past in Brazil. Whoever had any interest in reminding
its crimes and atrocities became suspect of Macarthist fanaticism, or
even of monomaniac obsession worthy of psychiatric care. To forget, to
silence – or rather, at best, dismiss the matter with half a dozen clichés
accepted as the definitive explanation – became a natural law to which
only the abnormal could escape from.
But I say that abnormal is a mind capable of judging mere coincidence
the fact that this decade of forgetfulness was also the one of greatest
expansion of communist influence over the destinies of the country.
I am not referring only to the electoral growth of the left. I refer
to the conquest of the monopoly of political preaching in schools (where
today the hypothesis of an anticommunist discourse is today inconceivable)
and to the consolidation of certain acquired moral rights that are ostensibly
denied to the rest of the population.
An openly violent communist movement is accepted today as a partner of
the State, without the need even of legal registration. Communist politicians
can associate to drug-dealing organizations without ever being investigated.
Communist groups can block at will the freeways without anyone seeing
in this the obvious exercise in insurrection training it is.
Ostensibly supported by the government, the communists put themselves
above the law and besides that detain the almost complete monopoly of
the means to investigate, denounce, judge, and condemn. Even before they
nominally occupy governmental power, they already are a special class,
an omnipotent, arrogant, and intolerant nomenklatura. As consequence,
the simple act of writing some articles against them became an insult,
a threat, and an unbearable abuse.
This is the reason of the lack of interest I referred to. There is a
direct connection of cause and effect between the wordless prohibition
of looking at the past and the lightning speed with which it repeats itself
before millions of ignorant eyes that, not having known it, cannot recognize
it. Communism is “out of fashion” as the clothes that move out of the
catwalks to enter general daily use. It was simply needed to keep it out
of the horizon of national consciousness so that, without being bothered
by inquisitive eyes, it could grow on the shadow of the general indifference
of its victims.
That is exactly why I interpret as opposite the inhibiting counsel that
recommend that I speak less of communism to look less crazy or fanatic.
Before the great tragedy that prepares itself, only a morbidly intimidated
observer would abstain from touching the subject not to give the impression
he is seeing things. And, honestly, it is not worth it to let yourself
go crazy for mere obsession of looking normal.