A few recent setbacks worth mentioning: I lost my primary job a while ago and many of my friends are unemployed. The bus fare is probably going to rise again. Yellow fever is once more a looming threat. People are cooking with wood because they can’t afford gas. Brazil remains a leader in income inequality. Our homicide rates are still astronomical (with the majority of victims being poor and black). And the season for good tangerines is over.
So two months ago, when I found out I was pregnant, I knew exactly what kind of parent I was destined to become: a tenacious, angry mother carrying on a proud Latin American tradition. Something between Argentina’s famous Madres de Plaza de Mayo (who are called “las locas” because the government has branded them as crazy) and Brazil’s Mães de Maio (who are regarded by some as prostitutes, drug traffickers and defenders of criminals).
I want to take as models not those mothers who spend all their energy obsessing over decorating a nursery but those who cradle a baby with one arm and try to overthrow an illegitimate government with the other."
Read article by Vanessa Barbara from The New York Times.