“Vita is a dump site of human beings. You must go there. You will see what people do to people, what it means to be human these days. Vita is the end-station on the road to poverty.”
“How does one become another person today? What is the price one pays? How does this change in personal life become part of memory, individual and collective?”
“Psycho-pharmaceuticals used to “treat” Catarina mediated the cost-effective decision to abandon her in Vita and created moral distance. Zones of abandonment such as Vita accelerate the death of the unwanted.”
“Economic globalization, state and medical reform, and the acceleration of claims to human rights and citizenship coincide with and impinge on a local production of social death.”
“Each one was alone; most were silent. There was a stillness, a kind of linquishment that comes with waiting, waiting for the nothingness, a nothingness that is stronger than death. Here, I thought, the only possible distraction is to close one's eyes. But even this does not create a distance, one is invaded by the ceaseless smell of dying matter for which there is language. Like the woman the size of a child, completely curled up in a cradle and blind. Once she began to age and could no longer work for the family, the relatives hid her in a dark basement for years, barely keeping her alive. “Now she is my baby,” said Angela, a former drug user, who most likely has AIDS. She had long ago lost custody of her two children and now spent her days caring for the old women. “She screams things I don’t understand.”
“The idea that personhood, according to Zé, can be equated with having a place to die publicly in abandonment exemplifies the machinery of social death in Brazil today - its workings are not restricted to controlling the poorest of the poor and to keeping them in obscurity. But the idea of "personhood in dying" also challenged me as an ethnographer to investigate the ways people inhabited this condition and struggled to transcend it.”
“Society increasingly operates through market dynamics - that is, “you shall be a person there, where the market needs you.” (Beck and Ziegler 1997:5; see also Lamont 2000)
“Though no money circulates in Vita's infirmary - there is nothing to be bought or sold - many inhabitants hold something: a plastic bag, an empty bottle, a piece of sugar cane, an old magazine, a doll, a broken radio, a thread, a blanket. One man carries garbage bags with him day in and day out. They are his sole property. He bites people who try to take the trash away. "Sometimes there is food rotting in these bags, even feces," said Luciano. "Then we give him a tranquilizer, put him to sleep, and replace the things in the bags." The volunteer added, "Any institution needs control in order to exist," without explaining where the prescriptions for the tranquilizers came from.”
“They just stay here, and when something really bad happens to them, we take them to the hospital, and they are immediately sent back. We do the back-and-forth, and in one of these back-and-forths, they will die.”
“What happened to your face?
“I cut it, with a blade.”
And your arms, too…
Cutting was a tactic commonly used by prostitutes to scare away unwanted clients and the police by displaying their supposedly HIV-infected blood.
“Yes, but the more I cut, the more I wanted to cut. So now I stopped for a while. I was very crazy.”
Sassá told me that her rape had not been an exception and that what had been done to her was beyond legal action.
“Pedro, Maria’s husband, grabbed me and took me to the woods. I was not the first. He is in prison now, but not because of what he did to us. It was because he raped a guy who was in a wheelchair… That’s when people wanted to kill him. He hid in a school in the village, but they found him and cut his legs with a sickle.”
As she described the lynching, Sassá painted a picture of Vita’s recovery area as a true extension of local organized crime networks and as a haven for psychopaths.”
Amazing. Endlessly quotable, endlessly sad and beautiful. Too bad nobody cares. Too bad I cannot read a hundred books like this a year, they are too intense, and too much of an expense!