Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Preface
- Cultural psychology – what is it?
- Part I The keynote address
- Part II Cultural cognition
- Part III Cultural learning
- Part IV Cultural selves
- Part V Cultural conceptions of psychoanalysis
- Part VI Cultural domination and dominions
- 16 Male dominance and sexual coercion
- 17 The children of Trackton's children
- 18 Cultural mode, identity, and literacy
- 19 Mother love and child death in northeast Brazil
- Part VII A skeptical reflection
- List of conference participants
- Name index
- Subject index
19 - Mother love and child death in northeast Brazil
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 05 June 2012
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Preface
- Cultural psychology – what is it?
- Part I The keynote address
- Part II Cultural cognition
- Part III Cultural learning
- Part IV Cultural selves
- Part V Cultural conceptions of psychoanalysis
- Part VI Cultural domination and dominions
- 16 Male dominance and sexual coercion
- 17 The children of Trackton's children
- 18 Cultural mode, identity, and literacy
- 19 Mother love and child death in northeast Brazil
- Part VII A skeptical reflection
- List of conference participants
- Name index
- Subject index
Summary
I have seen death without weeping the destiny of the Northeast is death Cattle they kill to the people they do something worse.
Tropical sadness
1965
I don't remember the blood, except that later on, much later I was trying to rub it off with spit and the palm of my hand. But my mouth was dry and it kept escaping me, sliding further up my arm until that night when the water boy came I could finally erase it. …
And I don't remember saying, “Força, força, menina – push hard now, girl.” Because she didn't have to, hardly, and suddenly the slippery blue-grey thing was in my hands, cold and wet as it slid over them. And they were dirty because it was lunchtime and the sticky bean stuff was still on them.…
I knew I had to pull the tight, tense rope away from its scrawny neck, but it resisted and coiled in my hands like an angry telephone cord.
“Scissors, scissors,” I demanded, but the old women shook their heads, looking absently from one to the other, until Antonieta, Lourdes's sister, arrived sheepishly with a pair that had disappeared from my medical kit some weeks before. Lourdes wasn't crying, but the other one – the so little one – was. I couldn't look at it. It was me who had found Lourdes the job clearing the fields where she met Milton, who had just gotten out of Itamaraca, seven years on rape.
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- Cultural PsychologyEssays on Comparative Human Development, pp. 542 - 566Publisher: Cambridge University PressPrint publication year: 1990
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