EDITORIAL
by L.X.R.
September 1968, Ano 11, Vol. 11, No. 8
"Bravo! Bravo!"
Jaime Bravo could not have picked a better time for his antics than the Sunday preceding Labor Day. The tendidos were the scene of perhaps more tourists than we see during most other corridas. Here were people that for the most part were seeing a corrida for the first time and to them Bravo was not any different than Manolo Martinez, or Paco Camino. Bravo in their little camera lens was more than that. He was a torero who by all American standards was giving the animal a more than fair chance putting to rest in their minds the usual tourist statement, “The bull does not have a chance.”
It was still difficult to believe that only a few weeks before Jaime Bravo had suffered a goring that had almost cost him his life, and with the ring as a stage the torero continued his Roman spectacle. Here was truly a bullfight, or a fight, but certainly not an art. Not what Joselito Huerta had demonstrated earlier. It was the appropriate time for someone next to us to say, “What Bravo does, no other torero can do!” How true that is, but then what torero would even give it a second thought? The important fact was that the tourist who had never seen a corrida before would now give the corridas a second thought, and he would return. One had to reflect on that last thought as Jaime Bravo became smaller surrounded by police who were to escort him to the Tijuana jail. It did not matter, the tourist would be back in larger crowds next time, and this would be better for all concerned. Eventually more would even see Huerta the next time, and eventually, more of them would become aficionados and shed the label of tourist. It had become a fact that there was a need for a Jaime Bravo here, and everywhere, where people see corridas for the first time. Bravo knows this, and knew it, as he waved goodbye to friends on his merry way to jail.