Lisbon, March 11, 1975: student and member of the UEC (Union of Communist Students) José Magalhães ended the day at the hospital in Santa Maria, receiving five stitches in his head. The young people had been instructed by the PCP to go to the Lisbon Faculty of Law to post the news of the victory of the revolution against the right-wing coup. “I had that samurai spirit, there I went. We went down to the bar, I grabbed the Avante! with pioneers and in a few seconds some guys from the MRPP arrived and the first thing they did was break chairs to pull locks.” There’s a knock on the back of his head, he goes to the door, yells, “Nobody gets out of here.” But in half a minute everyone left, on their way to the hospital. Magalhães, on the other hand, went to the UEC headquarters, on Rua Sousa Martins, wearing his unorthodox coat, with the fur of an Alentejo fox, like a landlord – but with blood dripping on top. “I arrive, Zita Seabra looks at me and passes out: boom! Total victory!” A martyr of the fight, his colleagues told him after the dramatic blow had not come from Durão Barroso’s MRPP, who dominated the college, but from Pedro Santana Lopes himself, from the right-wing MID (Independent Law Movement). It will also have hits. The UEC and the JCP (Communist Youth) formed battalions in the university alley, with locks, to invade and “to… give”.
Forth: Ilhéus, Brazil, 2011: “I caught a foreman, our dear foreman, who took care of everything, including the cocoa farm, with a black Mitsubishi van with big wheels, gorgeous to die for… and this bastard suffered like a dog when he had to pass me The pickup for the hands, and did everything. Even the water and the light in this house even cut off, the water came from the mountains and was suddenly interrupted, and, as for the light, one fine afternoon a car with black windows appeared, with some guys who got out and man, man, man man , they blew up the plant and left. I stayed there with a lamp and no water for a week. It was the first time in my life that I had to find some guys with shotgun… I, who had gone there to rest and furnish my spirit with high things, Socrates, Epicurus, Aristotle and Plato, found myself having to defend the skin of a wild boar, a murderer, who just didn’t clean my fur because I didn’t let him. There I had to walk with two gunmen.”
José Magalhães returned in one piece, although bankrupt, but that’s another story. The two episodes of violence are the anomaly in the decades-long career of a man of laws, former governor, still deputy but on the way out, rat of political offices, “samurai”, but only verbal, “of several general secretaries”, of the PCP to PS.
Source: SÁBADO by www.sabado.pt.
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