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Meet the Gabor

... Excerpt from Gypsy Kings and Rag Pickers


by Chuck Todaro

 

Gypsy Kings and Rag Pickers

Inside the Roma Caste System

by Chuck Todaro


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Chapters:

   Initiation
  Forest Gypsies
      Rule Number One: Keep Your Hands to Yourself
      Attack of The Lingurari
  Scavengers
      The Watch
      “Eaters of Dead Animals”
  Gypsy Has a House

  Medieval Babadag
  Adaptable Gypsy
      The Stolen Bride
      Puskin Meets the Gypsies
  Tent Gypsies
      The Bone-Carvers
      Screaming Gypsies
  Roma Squared
      Meet the Gabor
      Rebel in a Gypsy dress
      The Roma - Gypsy Split
      Rank and File

      Arranged Marriage Gone Wrong:
it happens sometimes

   Epilogue

Meet the Gabors

  

     Back in the early days when I was still exploring the uncharted depths of Roma society I met my first family of Roma traditionalist. That alone is “baro-shukar” – “a big deal” in Romani language - since the Traditionalist belong to that unpredictable class of Gypsy situated at the very top of the Roma tribal system – the so-called Brahmin, the self-proclaimed chosen people, superciliously keeping the “polluted” riff-raff (you, me and everyone else, Gypsy included) outside their gates. They are the kind that greet you through a crack in the door with a grimace – and that’s usually about as close as they let you get.   

     They look at you suspiciously like you are some kind of thief – and why not? – that’s exactly the meaning of the label “gadjo”, though they won’t admit it, they’ll say, – “oh, no, it just means you’re not Roma, that’s all”, but there’s a deeper, darker, subliminal meaning to the label that only they understand. It’s their “n-word” and from this point on I will refer to it as such, the “g-word”.

    They’re a hard group to penetrate, alright, though worth the trouble since those able to get close enough have a window view into the past to when mystical Roma had “snakes wound around them, and they would tell one person that he was born under an evil star, and the other under a lucky star; and they would also prophesy about forthcoming good and ill fortunes." (*1) Back then, in the Middle Ages they called them “Atsinganoi” after a cult of sorcerers who wouldn’t allow themselves to be touched by others. They were like wild animals that wouldn’t accept food unless it had been placed on the ground and the human had stepped away.

Gabor behind the shawl

Gabor - behind the vail

     One day I met this guy in the street who told me about this tribe of Roma traditionalist in Transylvania known as Gabor. Gabor means Gabriel in Hungarian; it’s the name of the tribe as well as about 80% member surnames and which isn’t so uncommon once you think about it since surnames were historically put in place as an identifier and it’s why we have so many Bakers, Hunters, Johnsons (son of John) in this world, but what’s really odd about the Gabors is their obsession with the name so it quite often doubles up as also first names passed down the family line from father to son to grandchildren till you call out “Gaby” in a crowd of Gabor and virtually all heads turn; that’s a slice of ancestral worship in action…

 
    A passing greeting and maybe a handshake is usually the most a “gadjo” can expect from proud, pretentious Gabor; getting “inside” is a whole other story; it’s like visiting Iran or North Korea where your nationality automatically damns you. This guy told me he recently had his car fixed at the Gabor garage. He dug up the phone number, called telling the mechanic a little about me and that I would like to visit. I now had my foot in the door. His verbal “ok” was my visa - but to what kind of reception Gabor would offer was a come and see engagement.



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      I took the rural route into the heart of Transylvania, in the Hungarian region where Gabor are based. It was an exhilarating ride passing horse and wagons, grizzled peasants shouldering scythes – and now and then a flash of the dazzling Roma costume of a woman cranking water from the well or strolling back from the store. The extravagant colors caught my eye but it was the mysticism of the dress and proud way they wear it that stirred my imagination. It is their uniform that they wear sunup to sundown and even to bed (it’s also their pajamas), regardless of the negativity attached to it so that they were gawked at in the streets and suspiciously watched in the markets. Wearing of the costume meant more to them than a mere tradition – it was the religion…

 

    I found the Gabor home and pulled off to the side of the road to gauge the surroundings before turning in because once going in I knew there was no turning back; I was already a little ill at ease, after all, this was only a couple months since the great “hakk’ni– panki” (*2).  The Gabor home was a large and lofty place that stood high and mighty over the quaint village homes like a fortress. Curled metal décor along the peripheral lines of the big house and a surrounding spiked iron fence intensified its presence like a Dracula’s castle.  Roma architectural design is a product of the nomadic, “come-and-go” lifestyle; it emphasizes the exclamation point; they mean to impress, of which power and wealth are the intentions.

 

    I noisily pulled into the driveway bringing mustachioed mechanic Gaby Gabor out of his garage whipping his greasy hands over an equally greasy rag. He greeted me with the motion of a hand shake that suddenly turned downward offering me instead just his wrist which set me back – way back – to the “do not touch me” Atsinganoi era, and I began to fret, thinking to myself “oh boy, this is going to be difficult” when the old man, the family patriarch, who had been working at his anvil making nails with the repetitive strike of the hammer, one at a time, followed his son and put out his hand, taking mine firmly in his man vise - and everything was back to the present.

 Gabor family and me and moto

"The early days"

   

I was explaining myself to the family leaders when the creaking door turned my attention to a sudden burst of Gypsy colors beaming off a young woman leaning out through the open space dumping the contents of her dust pan. Her braided hair weighted down by an extravagant red bow slid over the curve of her shoulder swinging side to side like a pendulum. She glanced up to me, flashed a pearly white smile interrupted by a centered gap then stepping back inside, the door shut - and I realized then that this was not the home of any simple mechanic; it was the Roma front lines where societies clash, where the old customs were struggling to survive within a brave new world.

 

    I was shown inside and offered a seat at the long centering kitchen table. A welcoming cup of coffee and tall glass of brandy was immediately brought to me by the busy women as they swooshed about in their loosely fitting Roma costumes, chattering all the while as they go in meandering pitches of Romani like choo-choo trains.  The kitchen is the women’s workplace – but not in a belittling housewife sense of the word. These women are more than mothers, cleaners and cookers but the core of the family unit and it’s this gravitational force of their busy-like-a-bee carrying out of the daily rituals that both physically and spiritually holds the family together; they are the priestesses of the Roma religion, and this house, the sacred Roma house, is their church.

 

    How to explain these people isn’t easy because there is nobody else like them; they are the ultra-orthodox Jews of Roma society, though even that comparison has leaks. The most comprehensive comparison is an association to the medieval era when a united church and state were the authority. At that time the king ruled the land while the church set the guidelines. Securing the order at home is the job of the Roma women, the priestesses.... 

HERE

 



Rebel in a Gypsy Dress



    The maiden with the gaudy red ribbons and infectious Lauren Hutton smile who caught my eye at the door sat down and joined me at the table. I knew the girl’s marital status the moment her braided hair slid off the curve of her shoulder because Roma consider the woman’s hair as one of the most sensual parts of the body; it’s covered as part of the wedding day “I do” ritual and there remains concealed beneath the bonnet for the rest of her life. It’s a ring almost everywhere else in the world yet Roma show a female’s availability loud and clear so you can see it almost a mile away and there is no mistake about it.  A wedding for the Roma has more significance than simply the union between male and female; it’s also.... 


      i. Roma generally have two names: the legal name, or gadjo name, that shows up on all official documents (license, passport, contracts, bills,) and which they use when communicating outside the community (not surprisingly, they usually..... 

 

    There is also a third, more clandestine name whispered into the baby’s ear .....

 

  




Rank and File




    There are theories floating around out there in the open-ended field of Roma history that the early Roma came to Europe linked to the invading Mongol – Tatar invasion as either their labor or, some go so far as to suggest as a fighting unit. The theory has taken a lot of heat as an attempt by Romani advocates to inflate the defeated Gypsy self-esteem by claiming descendants of “warriors”. The incredible lack of information about Roma before Europe both defends and contradict....

 

 Roma architecture 

   Next in line are the tradesmen, the nation’s precious skilled labor that call themselves “Gabor cu ciocan” (Gabor with hammer). They are metalworkers, the cavalry, so to speak, and their weapon, the hammer, is.....


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An Arranged marriage Gone Wrong
it happens sometimes



   A year later I went back to visit my old friends the Gabors…. 

    ....  It’s important to Gadjo and Gabor to keep the baby’s environment clean and germ free and in Gabor’s case especially free of the dreaded... 


END of Excerpt





SIDEBAR - Gabor Dress Codes

Gabor Male Dress Code

Gabor Males Dress

 

    Elegance is the underlining feature of the Gabor dress code. The body is covered from the neck to the polished footwear. There are no short sleeves in the apparel and shorts are absolutely out of the question especially since the knee is thought to be one of the most indecent parts of the human body. Colors and patterns are characteristically somber, made up of generally solid colors: black, brown, grays with little or no pattern – all very “yin” to the female’s “yang” of bright and flashy apparel.

 

The dark colored trousers worn by the male are loose and baggy in the Turkish style. They wear traditional shoes, no sneakers; the shoes are regularly polished.

 

The dress shirt, generally light in color in contrast to the generally dark colored trousers is covered by a leather vest. The many deep pockets of the vest offer a practical purpose by holding the tools of the trade.

 

The face is clean shaven, sporting the trademark, thick Gabor mustache, while the head is topped with the wide brimmed Gabor hat.

Gabor Male Dress Code

 

Gabor Female Dress Code

Gabor Female Dress Code

    The woman’s appearance is flowery, sparkling and overwhelmingly ostentatious from the tip of their heads to their rainbow socks. They stand out in a crowd like the shiniest star in the sky.

 

The dress is divided into 2 parts which represents the Roma ideology of dualism and features of pure and impure. The multi-colored, flowery dress wrapped around the waist is covered by a separate apron. The apron is not in place for practical purposes of keeping the dress clean from kitchen and other household work. (Though it has its practical purposes: its pockets and as a covering of the single large pocket in the dress just over the crotch where money and other valuables are kept). The apron acts as a metaphysical shield blocking the female macramé (contaminations) emitting from the female genitalia. It is a virtual lead shield protecting the family from the female’s “radioactive poisons”.

 

The blouse is similarly loud, colorful, flashy with less traditional restrictions then the dress and therefore often ornamented with lace, rhinestone, and other glossy fabrics

Gabor Female Dress

 

The women, like the males, are fully covered. The only exposed skin allowed is hands and face.

 

The clothing is worn loose and baggy, yet still showing off the woman’s hourglass shape.  Unlike the western perception of beauty as the skinny female, Roma like a shapely figure with meat on the bone.





FOOTNOTES

* Roma squared. Profound joke made by Gypsy of lower caste referring to Gabor as “doubly Roma”

*1 Canonist Theodore Balsamon (1204): The Gypsies in the Byzantine Empire and the Balkans in the Late Middle Ages, George C. Soulis. Dumbarton Oaks Papers, Vol. 15 (1961). P146

*2…. “hakk’ni– panki” – swindle:  see previous chapter 1. Initiation