Indigenous Peoples; Counter colonization; Anti-power; Development.
To deceive memories, the Serpent of Colonialism often shed its skin, changed its name and disguise, was the scale of escaped kings, was a homeland against those who didn't even have a homeland, dictatorships dictating pains in acts, decrees and laws; reptilian republic, parties fragmenting people, trampling on utopias. To expand its body and grow, the Colonial Serpent recently shed its skin once again – its old
skin was too ugly and dirty – it crawled over ancient ashes and bones, devastating trees, macerated leaves, flowers and roots, dust from living stars, gathered sap and juice in a macabre ritual, until visible greenish scales appear. Camouflaged is the infectious wound that covers the body of the Green Serpent of Capital. Adorned crawls. It constricts, constrains, suffocates and kills. Your unliving progresses over the body of our great Mother Earth. The Earth has a fever. Even so, we continue walking, opening the paths of Arandu to our tragedies, insisting and fighting, sowing seeds of rebellion and freedom in our journey on the Ywy Mba’e Megua, sick land, land of things that waste away. Our grandparents always knew: the One is bad, the One is sad, the One is the turning point, the One is power, and power is the first cousin of fear that drives genocides, erasures, murdered memories, evil words. said, the screams, the speeches through which and on which power builds its poor arguments, the terror that emanates from them. The important thing here is to capture, at the same time, the strength and forms of the irrepressible desire for freedom insurgent against the “fantastic attraction for the One” on which the constant temptation of voluntary servitude is fed.