Many a perceptive visitor to Goa will be struck by how the story of Goa is popularly told. The glory days seem to begin with the Portuguese, whose spine-tingling inquisition in Goa and the destruction of the material culture that preceded them is conveniently glossed over. Is this because most Goans see themselves as cultural heirs to the Portuguese and would rather forget the unpalatable stuff, much like how white Americans relate to their ancestors' encounter with Native Americans? Is the Archaeological Survey of India (ASI), in the museum they run in Velha Goa, making a sly political dig in displaying this "heroic" ballad by Luis de Camoens—the national poet of Portugal in the 16th century—on Albuquerque's conquest of Goa?
What glorious palms of Goa's isle I
see
Their blossoms spread, great
Albuquerque, for thee!
Through castles walls the hero breaks
his way,
And opens with his sword the dread
array
Of Moors and Pagans; through their
depths he rides,
Through spears and showering fire the
battle guides,
As bulls enraged, or lions smear'd
with gore,
His bands sweep wide o'er Goa's
purpled shore.
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