Posted by Michelle Hurtubise, MA Candidate at NYU’s Center for Experimental Humanities. This post was written in the summer of 2017, based on research funded by the Tinker Grant.
My day started sleepily, having fended off an annoying mosquito all night. I was gathering my strength, ready to encounter an unknown world, putting on first world makeup on to cover the bites when I heard the twerp again. Oh I was ready. Slap, blood, and thank goodness the mirror I hit with all my morning force didn’t shatter. As I wiped up the mess I had the odd thought that I was cleaning up my own blood. Forget about the mosquito, poor me. I just spilled my own blood.
Recently I had seen BOPE (Special Police Operation Battalion) roll their tanks through the Maré Favela in Rio de Janeiro. A school had closed because when a fire had started in a wastebasket, the firemen refused to come put it out. They feared the favela. So they called the police. When BOPE rolled in, the community knew there would be trouble. And then the shooting started. So a school closed for the day because someone was scared to put out a fire in a wastebasket. The tanks rolled by, and fanned the flames higher and higher and then bullets flew.