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48                  Mattijs van de Port

       general of the Federação Nacional do Culto Afro-Brasileira stated:

         . . . it is a sad fact that neither I nor the Federation have the power to call the
         Balé Folclórico da Bahia to a halt  . . . I consider them to be one of the main
         exhibitors of Candomblé in the world, they show many of the particularities
         of our religion  . . . well, this much I must admit: they do not show initiation
         rituals. But the dances of the orixás! The dances of the orixás! Alas, there is
         no way to stop them. Every once in a while, one of their production passes
         on TV. I watch it in horror! The exhibition! I know that in that dance group
         there are numerous people who belong to the African religion. Without
         doubt! And they sing and play the “deep” music and words (músicas e letras
         de fundamentação) that they should not be singing and playing. But we can’t
         prohibit it, such is the fact. However, I condemn it with all my might . . .

       Both the artistic director of the Balé Folclórico da Bahia, a man called
       Vava, and the choreographer, Zebrinha, have been confronted with the
       critiques. The latter—tall, black, charismatic, a street kid from Caixa
       d’Agua who made it to dance academies in New York and Arnhem (in the
       Netherlands), and an adept from Candomblé himself—told me that it
       would simply be no option to leave out Candomblé from a program of
       Bahian music and dance. Candomblé was the fundamento of all the rest.
       He stressed that, out of respect, they never entered into the “spiritual part
       of Candomblé.” They never performed sacrifices or rituals. “We just take
       the forms, the specific movements, which we then stylize by exaggeration.
       For let’s face it, the dancing that goes on in the terreiros is far too boring to
       put on stage!” When I pressed him to respond to the critique of Ilê Axé
       Opô Afonjá, he got irritated. “Oh, these religious people. We are artists!”
       Stretching his muscled legs high up in the air he continued: “. . . haven’t we
       seen Maria Magdalena spread her legs? Haven’t we seen Jesus fucking?
       Jesus as a homosexual? So what’s all the fuss about?” Ilê Axé Opô Afonjá,
       he insinuated, has been taken over by white people. They’re the ones to
       make all this fuss. “Have you heard of Cleo Martins, a white attorney from
       São Paulo and the long time lover of Mãe Stella? Believe me, she’s the one
       to make most of the decisions over there!”
         Vava too stressed that the Balé Folclórico da Bahia showed nothing that
       could not be also seen in the public ceremonies of the terreiros themselves,
       where everyone is welcome. “So what are the secrets we’re giving away?”
       And he too was under the impression that Ilê Axé Opô Afonjá had been
       taken over by the ambitions of “that white women from São Paulo” and
       suffered from the influence of all the intellectuals who would go there.

         I really do not get their policy. They criticize us, but when they want to pro-
         duce a video about their terreiro they contact us whether we can contract
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