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Policia Militar do Estado de Sao Paulo - favela Paraisopolis
Sao Paulo was once again in the news earlier this week when at least 120 members of the Military Police - including an elite squad - entered and occupied one of Brazil's largest favelas.
Paraisopolis is home to about 80,000 people, and is the size of approximately 80 soccer fields, or some 798,695 square meters. There are some 17,200 houses. Bottom line: closely-packed quarters.
The violence started when a police action in the favela on Sunday night resulted in the death of a 25 year old man who the police called a drug trafficker and car thief. People inside the favela, however, thought otherwise, calling him a "trabalhador" or, simply put, worker.
Paraisopolis has a community radio, sanctioned by the Brazilian version of the FCC. It is run by a pro-workers editorial staff and I have no doubt this radio station - one almost everyone in Paraisopolis uses to get their news - delivered the message that a "worker" had been killed - hence the strong reaction to the man's death.
Most of the violence was focused at two entrances to the favela, where Volkswagen vans, tires, trash, furniture, and other flammable items were piled and set ablaze.
Rocks, bottles, sticks, and other items were thrown at the police, but there were enough shots fired from sniper positions inside the favela to provoke the police to bump up the number to 300 Military Police, as well as call in a support unit which sent in an armored vehicle and a helicopter.
As far as I can tell the violence has subsided. But all those who are interested in this incident need to understand that there is a symbolic quality to Paraisopolis that few foreign reporters understand: this is PCC territory.
In 2003, members of the Primeiro Comando do Capital (PCC), or the First Capital Command as the prison gang is known in English, were placed in charge of Paraisopolis by the leader of the PCC - a very shrewd man known as Marcola.
Marcola, who is currently in prison, made his stamp on history in May, 2006, when he ordered a general strike on Sao Paulo police that brought the city to its knees.
But when he ordered his men to take over the drug trafficking network in Paraisopolis, he sent in a team of 50 men, who acted as a type of paramilitary group that enforced the law within the "city inside a city." For Marcola, Paraisopolis was a very important community to control, influence, and develop as a support system for the PCC.
When the police come in and act like they run the show, there will always be trouble.
According to my sources, there were two mid-level Military Police guys who were calling themselves the "donos" or "owners" of Paraisopolis. This news most certainly made its way back to Marcola. And I'm sure he made a phone call to put his people inside the favela on the alert. But Marcola is smart enough to know that he can't just start killing cops. There needs to be a reason. And that reason was delivered by the very security organization that does not want to go head to head with the PCC.
Reading the news Monday morning, I was reminded of Black Hawk Down, and how Mark Bowden described in his book the way the locals in Mogadishu would pop out of nowhere and fire randomly and sometimes lethally on the US Rangers who were completely surrounded.
It explains why the Military Police in Sao Paulo went in with so much force. The other explanation is that Paraisopolis is located near Morumbi, a well-heeled neighborhood in Sao Paulo. The Secretary of Public Security couldn't let the burning tires and thrown bottles go without some sort of response.
I have to consider that Marcola used this incident as an opportunity to test the reaction forces and willingness of the relatively new government in place. Paraisopolis was a test of will between two men: Marcola and the Secretary of Public Security for the state of Sao Paulo. Makes me wonder if Marcola has something else up his sleeve...
The black mass
This is a very poor attempt at recreating what I saw one night almost 5 years ago. I realize that this post is a bit strange but 5 years later I am still trying to figure out what was in my bedroom that night. It was a very dark, yet enlightening time in my life. I was lost and I was found. I was lost because my life as I had previously known it was disappearing right in front of me. I had fallen out of love of the man that was my husband seemingly overnight to outsiders but I had found myself and realized this was not the life for me. He was a poor husband and I was finally able to see that. I had so much to do, so much to see and nothing was going to hold me back anymore. Then one night in the midst of this whirl wind I laid in bed and from the dark shadow of his dresser this mass starts floating in front of me. I was paralyzed. It looked to me like a huge mass of knotted black hair. It was about the size of a car tire, if not a tad bigger. It slowly passed right in front of me and disappeared into the shadows. Something tells me it had to do with the tribulations I was going through at the time but I still till this day can not come up with a logical answer. I believe there's a heaven and hell but the rational part of me even tries to understand the entirety of that. Ok, so now about 49% of you think I've lost my marbles....to the other 51% (according to statistics) do you have any explanation of what this could have been? Perhaps I'll never know.
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