Elifas Andreato

Rolândia/PR, 1946
Graphic Artist
Interview granted in 2009

Elifas Vicente Andreato was a graphic artist, born in Rolândia / PR on January 22, 1946. When he worked at Editora Abril, he discovered a universe of professional possibilities and, at the same time, he faced the practice of torture and other forms of violence during the dictatorship. Journalists were subject to State censorship and, in many cases, imprisonment and torture.


When I joined the publisher Abril, the world grew because I immediately started working for Cláudia Magazine, with great journalists, writers. And then, I had paper, magazine, ink, and I drew non-stop. Then I realized that the country was under censorship and that I was completely alienated; I was minding my own business, minding my own business.

Victor called my mother, he didn’t understand how a kid makes a career like that, starts earning a lot of money and suddenly he decides to make a newspaper against the Military Regime, he’s going to be arrested, he’s going to be beaten… So we had a newspaper that was under censorship and we suffered a lot, but there was an editorial board of notables that took us either out of the hands of Colonel Bandeira in Rio or out of jail. Some time after Opinion was founded, we founded Argumento Magazine here, which the censorship banned and prohibited its circulation from the fourth issue.

We were arrested and tortured like this: we were slapped. We all worked, we left Abril and on Fridays we didn’t sleep. We spent the night finishing the newspaper edition with censorship there, redoing the cover. Sometimes, the guy just to mess things up: you spent three hours making the cover with Dom Paulo Evaristo Arns on it, who was going to do Sunday mass for Alexandre Vanucchi, and when the guy approved the drawing on the back, when it was printed – when it could get colored, and I did myself the photolithograph on tracing paper – and when he saw the cardinal’s red, the guy started hitting me. I ran off because the guy was hitting me, as the red color wasn’t allowed. Now, the worst torture is this: they let the newspaper run, and they knew that we hadn’t slept on Friday; so when the newspaper started to run Saturday night, they would pick us up so we wouldn’t sleep on Saturday too. Then I wrung blood from a stone: I tried to sleep and the guy beat me up.

When they found out that I made the Black Book of the Military Dictatorship with Azevedo, that skull and cap, they tried to kill me. They chased me for a long time. A comrade of ours fell here at DOI-CODI and under torture he handed us over. So they knew it and that book kicked them in the ass.

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