I've been writing some notes for a
friend who's visiting Buenos Aires soon. I've done this a few times
and I always want to add, email and ask to be included in a
tour of ESMA. It seems a cruel suggestion to someone going to enjoy a
few weeks in tango paradise. & yet...
The Escuela
de Mecánica de la Armada, the naval engineering
school, or rather the large mansion that was the officers' quarters,
was one of the most notorious of the places where detainees were
taken during the 1970s into the 80s. Not that there's anything at all
frightening to see there: parts of it were even rebuilt so that
it wouldn't agree with any accounts of the few survivors. The ESMA
campus has now been taken over as a 'Space of Remembering' and they arrange tours which recount what is known about what happened there.
I remember clearly the morning I
visited. It was cold and overcast, and I was tired: I'd been late
at a milonga the previous night. It was a cold morning, but I came
away feeling colder than I've ever felt in my life. It's my
impression that we can accept the coldness of the weather but it's
nothing compared to a cold human heart, which chills you mind and
body, the numbing cold-heartedness of people who can decide that
other people are not worthy of being treated as humans and can be
played with, tortured, almost as a game. It seems that there was
hardly even the excuse that they were trying to get information. The
prisoners were kept in the loft in the roof of the officer's quarters,
and dragged down into the basement every now and again. Then a van
would come by, on Tuesday mornings if I remember right, to take the
living remains of humans for a flight out over the ocean. To be close
to this, close geographically but mercifully not close in time, can
only make you feel colder than you've ever felt.
All of which suddenly helps to make
real sense of the embrace of tango in Buenos Aires. Maybe the embrace
is as it was in the golden age, but we shouldn't ignore what has
happened since. Sure there's nostalgia for the golden age, and quite right too, but I don't think one can ignore a decade or more when it was
risky for young people, young men in particular, men who are now in
their 50s and 60s to be out in the streets, and when everyone lived
through a time when it was known that people were 'disappearing',
when the authorities weren't protecting but often persecuting the
people, when the 5am knock on the door was always possible, and when
the country was very isolated. There's one sure way of feeling warm
again and that's holding someone else very, very close. It makes
sense that tango became popular once democracy of some kind was
restored.
So don't take the embrace lightly, it
really matters. Sure, tango is fun, but if you dance there and are
taken aback by the immediacy and warmth of the embrace, it's serious too; think of the
background. Visit ESMA if you're there, support the Space of Remembering: if we
ignore history we don't like it can creep back and take hold of us
again.
It's taken me a while to make this
connection, and I hope it's not fanciful, but I can't help thinking
that what happened then is part of tango there now.