Brazil: Waters of March

Leftist president faces protests over her failure to address failing economy and decision to bring back ex-president.

Protestors demand the resignation of President Rousseff
Protesters gather to show their opposition to the Brazilian President Dilma Rousseff [FERNANDO BIZERRA JR./EPA]

It hasn’t been raining more than 10 minutes when streets begin to flood.

Thick and murky, it falls in corrugated sheets. Water. So coarse it’s opaque. Nothing but grey. And brown. And more grey.

It’s March in Rio.

At Angelica’s house, there’s a splash of red against a wall. She sits in front of it every day teaching her children things they would normally be learning at school. But school’s been closed since December.

Another casualty of the national corruption scandal. Less funding from controversial state-run oil company plus bad management by local politicians equals budget cuts.

A stick. A stone.

They’re calling him a liar now. Lula. The former president. Once revered as the champion of the masses for lifting millions out of poverty. Now, feeling betrayed, they want him behind bars. He’s supposedly benefited from corrupt practices at Petrobras.

“They think we are fools,” Assis says angrily.  

Hopeful but uneducated, Assis came to Rio years ago to find work. He now speaks five languages and is a server in a high-class establishment. Married, and owns a house.

Paying taxes here is a joke,” he says. “Where does it go? We see no social services.”

His mother-in-law was sick and received no treatment for months. She was bumped off a transplant list by someone with more money.

Disdain for Dilma

A flash of light cuts through the grey. The boom of thunder comes moments later.

More than three million people across Brazil come out to protest against corruption. A sea of green and yellow. And black. They want the president out. 

They hold her responsible. Not necessarily because she’s done something wrong – she insists she hasn’t – but because, as far as the protesters are concerned, she’s done nothing right.  

Not improve the economy, (it’s only been getting worse); not clean up corruption, (the can of worms: the investigation into Petrobras opened is like a circus car from which an endless line of clowns seems to come out); and not even, at the very least – they say – look sympathetic.

Many spit out her name with disdain – as if it were bitter in their mouths. Dilma.

A sting. A pain. (The flesh and the bone.) 

In the north, doctors in white struggle to deal with the aftermath of a mosquito bite. At least they think it’s a mosquito bite. They’re still not sure. No one is. Not even the World Health Organization.

All they know is that there’s been an outbreak of Zika – and since then, more babies have been born with malformations and neurological disorders. They’re doing all they can – but they need more help.  The head of the state says the federal government is letting them down.

They’re not the only ones feeling let down.

In slivers of blue dashing through Rio’s traffic, Giulia is crammed in with Marta and thousands of other commuters. It’s Rio’s new rapid transport system.

Basically, dedicated buses that run up and down an express lane the way a train might. Had the city opted to build a track.

Class divide

This was set up in time for the Olympics (yes, the Games are still happening) – just one of the solutions to help ease an already over-burdened mass transport system.

But people here say these are just short-term answers to a long-standing problem.  

They do this all the time,” Xavier says.

Take short-cuts and then hope for the best. So far, it’s worked and we’ve always managed to pull through, he shakes his head in resignation.

It’s the mud. It’s the mud.

As the Brazilian maestro Antonio Carlos Jobim sang.

When the sun is out, the beaches are full. It’s the only thing everyone has access to, they say, and it doesn’t cost money. But even on the beaches, the class divide is evident.

Those that have “more” dominate certain areas, and those with “less” occupy others. That division usually intersects with race and ethnicity. Which here – are defined by colour. You are either white, brown, black or yellow.

It’s the Whites, they say, don’t support Lula and Dilma.

The darkness is shattered by a hundred rivers of light. It’s the most brilliant of evenings. The sky is alive, and though cracked open, there is no rain.

Dry thunderstorms are not rare here. And winter is coming.

Brazil gets its heaviest rain in March, but rain is the same the world over.

Water falls in drops that then become cascades. A storm is a storm … the differences lie in the damages caused.

And how one recovers afterwards.

Source: Al Jazeera

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