Friday, January 19, 2007

El Camino de los Negros

"an old brujo was asked about the nature of his practice, and he said, "Well, the white people have their way, but this is the way of black people."






A one room shack in a barrio of San Juan where a woman mourns the loss of her only son, her only solace in a life of almost total deprivation. Death here is a common fact, no more remarkable than the open door through which you pass to escape the close walls of the hovel.


Children in the
barrios sing,

"se murió pa' tí
se murió pa' mí,
Jesús Cristo
se murió así"







The people arrive early to consult with the bruja. Eroánia prepares her altar for vengeance, or forbearance . . .