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Who Discovered Brazil? Cabral, Pinzón, and the Truth Textbooks Do not Tell

  • Foto do escritor: Paulo Pereira de Araujo
    Paulo Pereira de Araujo
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Pedro Álvares Cabral arrives in Brazil and realizes he wasn't the first European.
Pedro Álvares Cabral arrives in Brazil and realizes he wasn't the first European.

Cabral or Pinzón?


I have lost count of how many times, throughout this life of mine already as worn-out as public school scissors, I have heard someone ask who discovered Brazil.


The word discovered, mind you, still circulates with the same Pavlovian innocence of a 1950s schoolbook, as if the country had been hiding under a picnic cloth and someone simply lifted a corner to say, “Oh look, there are people living here!” Charming, almost childlike. But historical infantilization is one of this country’s favorite sports perhaps the only one in which we are truly competitive.


The official version, the one decorating statues, squares, and school exams, says Pedro Álvares Cabral. Good old Cabral, commander of a grand fleet, authorized by the king, bureaucratically prepared to do exactly what he did: claim possession of a land that did not need to be discovered by anyone.


It was so “discovered” that millions of people already lived here cultivating, fighting, loving, failing, and telling remarkable stories long before Portugal knew how to sail straight across the Atlantic. But then we enter that sensitive territory where history becomes theater: Indigenous peoples “found,” Europeans “discoverers,” and the stage erected for Lusitanian glory.


But let us set Cabral aside for a moment the man is not to blame for European mythmaking. Enter Vicente Yañez Pinzón, a Spaniard, skilled navigator, a figure dimmed in the halls of fame because life, as we know, is prolific in injustices. Pinzón reached Brazilian territory on January 26, 1500. January! Three months before Cabral even glimpsed Monte Pascoal.He arrived, he saw, he talked, he probably fished (or something of the sort), but he did not claim possession.


The Treaty of Tordesillas said: “From here to there is Spanish; from here to here is Portuguese.” And Pinzón was on the wrong side of the imaginary line drawn by Europeans who had never stepped outside Europe. Geopolitics is just that: a map, a pen, and a delusion.


Spain, which was not exactly a champion of diplomatic humility, could have said, “It was us, record it.” But it preferred to avoid a quarrel with Portugal. And Pinzón, poor man, became a mere footnote. He discovered it, but it "didn't count." It is like scoring a goal annulled by an offside that never existed, as my late amateur-league coach used to say, life is full of referees desperate to be noticed.


Neither Cabral nor Pinzón


Now, if we want to embrace historical honesty, the true discoverers of Brazil, the real, authentic, undeniable ones, were none of these Europeans. This land had been inhabited for at least 12,000 years by Indigenous peoples who did not need caravels, crosses, or royal decrees to know where they were.


The idea of “discovery” only works if we accept the fable that Indigenous existence is a kind of prelude an introduction with no title page, something that only gets a name when a European decides to stamp it.


From my corner here in Pinheiros, a district of São Paulo, mentally chatting with Botox, who’s busy sniffing the infinity of the carpet, I ponder these contradictions. The country was “discovered” many times, through many eyes, but we prefer to stick to the bureaucratic version. It is a choice. And historical choices have a way of mirroring our vanities.


Maybe we are a people who like clear dates because life, the rest of the time, is far too chaotic. Or maybe we inherited from the Portuguese this fascination for caravels, as if nothing before them were real.


In the end, the question “Cabral or Pinzón?” is less about the past and more about the Brazilian need to find a founding father who absolves us of our errors. Pinzón would give us a father too foreign. Cabral, at least, is the bureaucratic father, the exemplary employee of a small kingdom with big ambitions. It gives a certain institutional comfort.


But as for me, the ones who discovered Brazil were the ones already here. The rest is paperwork. And paperwork, my friend, I have signed far too much of it in this life.



 
 
 

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