Publication dans ★ Abya Yala ☼ Amerindia : Indigenous Movement, Languages and Cultures

They wrote a book about their travels in Amerindia: "A PLAN FOR THE INDIAN CAUSE"

"In the Club of Friends of Unesco, the book by Josep Martínez de Foix was presented by Josep Martínez de Foix, in which it is shown that in South America there are still many ethnic groups living everywhere. Quechua, Aymares, Araucans, Guaranís, among others, gathered at the 'First Congress of Indians of South America' denounced on October 12 as the Day of the Unfortunately, they proclaimed April 19 as Indian Day "Carles Casals, Diario de Barcelona, ​​November 23, 1983.

Some fragments: "In our personal contacts we found that there is a great misunderstanding of Indian cultures, as Marie-Chantal Barre confirms on page 174 of the book Ideologías indigenistas y movimientos indios: "Defending their rights as a people is frowned upon by political parties, even the Latin American left, which often calls them 'racist movements' because they are based on Indianness, or 'reactionary'." 'divisionists', 'conservatives', ... and the right, for its part, considers them 'communists' or at least 'leftists'. As we can see, the Indian problem does not fit into Western analyzes that deal only with masses of exploited peasants, not oppressed peoples. Political parties reject the difference, influenced by the theoretical colonialism of which most Latin American political parties are victims. At the same time, Indians want to develop their own theories, to follow their own ideology in their own political organizations, not to depend on the paternalism of political parties, which make them minors to be taught. tot. >> Tristan Maroff, << South American Idea >>, Kosko, Journal of Critical Book, Art and Letters, Year 3, No. 64, page 9: << The Patron, the Indian and Justice. ... Ah, how fabulous it is to live in a land where ninety percent are ignorant and where the native who does not kneel or who has stolen a hen is whipped ... A pity to be Indian. execrada, boring.Race that serves for the lyrical enthusiasm of poets and insane journalists ... The Indians are producers and sustain the economy and yet they do not elect representatives.Rough race, vigorous, honest, but shy; race who lives under the superstition of the Inca, who told him: 'Authority must not be killed' ... >>

"A small dog was licking the face of its owner, an elderly Indian man who had been injured when he hit a large rock, possibly falling from a hill, which was then a bit of a shelter. With great difficulty we took him to our camp. As we healed the wound on his forehead, the night star appeared in full force The old man was looking at us, now at us, now at our Catalan flag, which we carried nailed to the top of the cabin and which, with a dignity that impressed, was constantly waving. As on other occasions we had to resort to mime, because we spoke a different language, even if he dropped, from time to time, some words in Brazilian. He asked us if that symbol meant our people. When he answered in the affirmative, he showed us a bone bracelet engraved with a tree and an ounce engraved on it, and he told us that this was also the symbol of his people. In order to cure him better, we had laid him on a blanket and he fell asleep. When we woke up at dawn, the old Indian had disappeared. At times we imagined that everything must have been a beautiful and strange dream, as there was no sign of it. There on the ground, however, dusted and folded, was the blanket. We untied it with a certain nostalgia, and as we prepared to continue our journey, a strange sight brought us closer to the wheel of the car-home. On the ground half supported on a wheel, there was an arrow. We thought that the old Indian must have lost it in his attractive and wild baggage. As we folded it, however, a shudder ran through our entire body. Emotion prevented us from looking away from that arrow. The old Indian doesn't miss it. The old man had thanked us for what we had done for him. At one end of the arrow was engraved the four bars ...! What we could not understand was how a wounded old man and in the middle of the night had been able to record such a perfect work. This indelible experience describes, in itself, the immense gratitude felt by peoples who are subjugated by "civilization" as if they were animals. We believe that the old Indian of this great state of Mato Grosso pretended to be the Kalapalos, as his dress, though very sparse, reminded us of this ethnic group. Karapalos, with whom we spent a week, are farmers par excellence, and among other things grow very particularly cassava.