Hello Guys!
This is an informal blog where I write how I see the world especially the
favela.
I created the blog and invited my cousin Wellington Serra, a Math Teacher, to participate too.
In my first post in English I'll write about the
favela and how the government treat us -
favelados*.
I was born in a slum in Rio de Janeiro call Vila Cruzeiro. I grew there and I could see the most beautiful smiles I've seen in my life.
Living there, I could share many things with the people like joy, sadness, fear etc, etc. I could learn and teach many things. And the most important: I learned to respect the differences.
First of all I need to be myself. The people in the favela are different. There are people of differents religions, thoughts and points of view.
For the society we're just a band of thieves, delinquents and outlaws.
Being
favelados or not we are human being.
Our basics rights are daily violated. The confrontation between the police and the drug traffickers kills children, youth and our dignity. We souldn't used to this violence since our greatest wish is the peace.
For the government the favela's problems will be solved by the violent action of the police.
It's a big lie!Our problems are gonna be solved only if we have a good education.
The education is a right. (I admire so much the Cuban way of education).
If we had access to a good education we would avoid many problems. An educated citizen can contribute to a better place to live, can constructe a better future, knows about his/her rights and fight for them.
I know that our problems won't be solved with violence and firearm. It'll be solved with a weapon of peace: knowledge through education! Knowledge is power!
We fight for a big change! Join us!
"There isn't a path to peace. Peace is the way"Gandhi.
*
Favelados is the name given to the people that live in
favela.
I refuse to write any caption for this picture
Unfortunately, a reality: often children going / coming back from school are killed. What to do to change this situation?
A critical to the violence in Rio: at 4 december, while Dom Tutu was handing the statue of the prize to me, another child was victim of violence in a favela in Rio de Janeiro call Maré. The boy, Matheus Rodrigues de Carvalho, 8 years old, was going to buy bread to have breakfast with his family at 7:30 am.
Only one shot was fired: that one killed the boy. The police mistook a child with a drug trafficker. It is absurd! the man in suit and tie is the governor: a policy of extermination of blacks, poor and favelados.
