No one is more present in Cracolândia than the church. Presence and love are different things. There are pastors who break, pulling from the neck, the guides who celebrate commitment to other religions. Almost all denominations bring food.
Food is welcome, as is spiritual support. However, some require, before delivering the lunch boxes, participation in a service in single file. Loudspeakers shout calls to repentance.
To eat, one must repent of this existence in sin. Regretting not accepting the queues in jails, in the subways, in job campaigns and all the waits that have already lasted more than 400 years. You have to regret being born.
The entire speaker, with or without colored lights, that pulses to the rhythm of fashionable funks, is a denial of this. A drum in a gallon of water is an affirmation of existence. Each beat resonates the eardrums protected by armored glass.
It also touches, somewhere, in the hearts of those who prefer to accept dead ends and dream of advertising images. No one is more bothered than the racists, who believe with all their might that a pipe is the final state of lack of reason.
A lighter lights up.
The toothless mouth sings the breath of cachaça, verses by Dona Ivone Lara. She talks about freedom while windows are closed. He moves worm-eaten legs, he sends out the rhyme, cars pass by collecting his grace. With a wig, fishnets, lace bra. Shameless transvestites in the middle of the square. Dance, ball, cinema, paint, sun and water. Food, drink, dopamine.
There is pleasure in Cracolândia.
This is the street manifesto to people who pay taxes, to those who believe they have their accounts right with God-Devil-Friends-State…
“They will not kill”
“They will not steal”
Can anyone kill? Who can steal? Are you seeing us through a mirror of practices? Does our appearance offend your aesthetic?
Absolute vulnerability, need for order, failed state, society in chaos, widespread disorder, systemic violence… and disqualify exclusion and inequality, moralize other people’s daily lives. They label and superimpose stigmas.
Who are you talking about and for? Bodies as territories, open and in a state of exchange. Profanatic, vapid and disconcerting. The smell, the speed and the layers! The rhythm of scattered lives, the kind that give pause to inviolable certainties.
In the flow, through the flow, with the flow, for the flow: where we find everything, even love.
Freedom. Libertines act free, loose, free. But they are libertines. Sinners. The containment of pleasure is as great as the control of emotions in human history to obtain and concentrate power.
Ways to control, instead of living. Eras of oppression, repression, objectification, commodification of the body – the soul – the mind. Reason becomes an enlightened despot predominant in the emotions and relationships of this humanity.
Sweet infinity of agony and suffering, making the current system, indigent, reticent, that doesn’t even feel, without people, without plants, without animals and everything that enchants us, continue in perfect balance in its veneration of a Status Quo, or of a Scumbag State.
Resist from Cracow
*Aline Yuri Hasegawa is a mother, researcher and producer. She is part of the mixed floodplain football team União Lapa which, together with Coletivo Rosanegra ADF and A Craco Resiste, promotes harm reduction action with football in Fluxo. Militant of A Craco Resists.
**Daniel Mello is a member of A Craco Resiste and is part of the Birico Association. He is the author of the book Gargalhando Vitória-poemas da cracolândia (Editora Elefante)
***Ricardo Paes Carvalho – street social educator and journalist. Militant of A Craco Resists.
**** Verena Carneiro: journalist, postgraduate in literary journalism. Damage reducer for Craco Resiste and member of the mixed floodplain teams in São Paulo União Lapa and Rosanegra ADF – both with political and social involvement through football.
***** The opinions expressed in this article do not necessarily reflect those of the Brasil de Fato newspaper
Editing: Rodrigo Durão Coelho