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By <\/strong>Jamille Pinheiro Dias<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

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It\u2019s my 37th birthday, and I\u2019m seventy days into social isolation in my hometown. Being from Bel\u00e9m has gifted me with a taste for the wonders of brega popular music, a knowledge of traditional herbal baths and an ability to cope with extreme heat and humidity. I like to think that it also taught me to improvise and create much from little, and to never shy away in the face of setbacks. It taught me joy can coexist with hardship.<\/p>\n

However, as the coronavirus pandemic hits hard the city where mangos abound and millions gather every October for one of the world\u2019s largest Catholic processions, C\u00edrio de Nazar\u00e9, I wonder if the Amazon\u2019s port of entry in northern Brazil has ever known a grimmer year. We all\u2014researchers, artists, maids, informal workers, Indigenous activists\u2014are struggling in our everyday lives as the virus sweeps our city and country.<\/p>\n

Trying to balance hope against sorrow, I look from the window of my home in the Marco district, where I was born and raised, and which was hit with particular force by Covid-19. I\u2019m a few blocks away from what has become the country\u2019s largest field hospital<\/a>\u2014formerly an airplane hangar converted into a convention center\u2014where ambulances pull in with sirens wailing and red lights flashing.<\/p>\n

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\"field<\/p>\n

As summer emerges from the rainier season (it\u2019s always rainy in Bel\u00e9m!), state government squads pass disinfecting the Duque de Caxias Avenue by spraying a sodium hypochlorite solution. The usual vultures fill the sky, taking my thoughts on a walk through the crowds of shoppers at the Ver-O-Peso market<\/a>, which is still operational.<\/p>\n

For hundreds of years, Ver-O-Peso has been a staple in the local economy, with small stalls that bestow us with fried fish with a\u00e7a\u00ed, cassava flour and fresh Amazonian fruit such as cupua\u00e7u, bacuri and muruci. I think of the informal workers facing the dilemma between infection and lack of income there, as in other markets in Latin America<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Much of Bel\u00e9m\u2019s population, like myself, descends from the native peoples of the Amazon. Much of our cuisine is also originally Indigenous. Among our most cherished food rituals\u2014one that belenenses were forced to suspend in the current crisis\u2014is gathering on sidewalks to drink tacac\u00e1 before the sun sets.<\/p>\n

Served in hollowed-out gourds known as cuias, tacac\u00e1 is a broth combining shrimp with jambu leaves, which causes a pleasant numbness of your tongue and lips, and tucupi, a thick yellow soup extracted from the roots of cassava.<\/p>\n

I sometimes take solace in recalling the textures, flavors and aromas of local street food, but disease now haunts even our everyday habits. I try to make room for thoughts of enjoyment, but they are frequently disrupted as the outbreak sweeps across Par\u00e1, Amazonas, Amap\u00e1 and other neighboring states.<\/p>\n

How can one find peace when the presidency openly downplays the pandemic<\/a>, rejects quarantine measures and stimulates mistrust toward the scientific community? How can one find peace when the presidency expands the prescription<\/a> of an anti-malaria drug that hasn\u2019t been proved clinically effective for patients with Covid-19\u2014one that could cause severe heart rhythm problems?<\/p>\n

Also, although it\u2019s no news that racism against Black and Indigenous populations is endemic in Brazil, the presidency\u2019s mishandling of the pandemic is further exacerbating a pattern of deliberate negligence against people of color, who already suffer disproportionately from underlying health conditions such as diabetes and hypertension, and whose access to proper healthcare is limited.<\/p>\n

Making a suture<\/em><\/p>\n

As a Brazilian researcher working in British academia, I\u2019m fortunate to do my job remotely, having access to a reliable Internet connection and communicating with colleagues on a regular basis.<\/p>\n

My pre-pandemic workplan was to conduct fieldwork in several Brazilian cities from April on. As the outbreak was worsening here and in the United Kingdom, with various countries closing their borders and flights starting to be cancelled, it seemed prudent to fly from Manchester to Bel\u00e9m in late March, before travel restrictions became tighter.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m working as a Research Associate in the AHRC-funded project Cultures of Anti-Racism in Latin America<\/a>. We are based at the University of Manchester, and have teams working with artists living in Argentina, Brazil and Colombia.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m looking at anti-racist practices in the work of contemporary Indigenous artists in Brazil, some of whom are originally from the Amazon.<\/p>\n

On May 12, I was devastated to hear about the passing<\/a> of one of the masters of Amazonian arts, Feliciano Lana, due to Covid-19. Lana died in S\u00e3o Gabriel da Cachoeira, in the Upper Rio Negro, Northwestern Amazonas, where healthcare facilities are grossly unprepared to cope with the pandemic.<\/p>\n

I originally intended to arrange a research visit to the Bel\u00e9m Art Museum (MABE), which holds some of Lana\u2019s works. As one could expect, the pandemic has had a significant impact on the hopes I had for fieldwork. Its effects on the networks in which Indigenous artists operate are proving to be profound.<\/p>\n

Still, most of the Indigenous artists I\u2019ve been talking to remain quite active online. I keep a routine of exchanging messages and collaborating with them. I also watch their live streamings, listening attentively to what\u2019s important to them.<\/p>\n

Lana was hugely important to Denilson Baniwa<\/a>. An Amazonian artist increasingly recognized in Brazil and around the world for his provocative interventions into the coloniality of non-Indigenous visual culture, Baniwa wrote a tribute to Lana<\/a>, talking about the incalculable significance of his creative energy.<\/p>\n

Having studied at a non-Indigenous school, Baniwa became proficient in navigating the linguistic and visual codes used by whites. But he explains that those codes also became ingrained in him. \u201cNow I need to heal from the idols of colonization that became so deep-rooted in me, and the only way for me to do that is to deface them […]. In order to heal, I must open that wound, and then make a suture,\u201d he said in a talk<\/a> at the S\u00e3o Paulo Art Museum (MASP) in July 2019.<\/p>\n

A participant in this year\u2019s Biennale of Sydney<\/a>, Baniwa is one of the Indigenous Amazonian artists facing challenges with the cancellation or suspension<\/a> of exhibitions, trips and other activities. Grieving the loss of several dear friends in Amazonas to Covid-19, Baniwa gets through the quarantine by keeping a prolific artistic production, having been invited by arts relief programs such as IMS Convida<\/a>, for which he created Ritual Masks for a World in Crisis<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\"ver-o-peso\"<\/p>\n

Business-as-usual and its wounds<\/em><\/p>\n

In my journey from Manchester to Bel\u00e9m, I wondered if I had already been infected with the virus, considering mild symptoms I presented after a weekend visit to pre-lockdown London in late February. I landed in the Val de Cans International airport on March 22, after a tense 23-hours trip via Heathrow and Guarulhos, presumable hubs of infection. Bel\u00e9m was the only place among those where the temperature of incoming travellers was being checked for coronavirus-related fever.<\/p>\n

Par\u00e1 governor Helder Barbalho was one of the state leaders to defend quarantine measures, defying the denialism of the current president. Soon after my arrival in Bel\u00e9m, I heard Governor Barbalho urging the population to stay home<\/a> and respect self-isolation. On May 4, an Ethiopian Airlines Boeing 787 landed in the Val de Cans airport<\/a>, bringing hundreds of Chinese ventilators and infusion bombs to treat severe cases of the disease in Par\u00e1.<\/p>\n

It was a glimpse of hope. It seemed like a better chance of survival would then be offered to those in need of intensive care in public and field hospitals in Bel\u00e9m, Santar\u00e9m, Marab\u00e1, Breves, Capanema and other parts of the state. A few days later, however, ventilators had been proved to malfunction<\/a>, with technical problems that made them unusable to treat the ill.<\/p>\n

Since then, Barbalho filed for damage compensation<\/a> from the suppliers, and had his home raided<\/a> by the federal police in an investigation into the purchase of the ventilators. The whole situation became increasingly puzzling, as the current president had then forced the replacement<\/a> of the federal police chief, leading former Justice Minister Sergio Moro to resign<\/a>.<\/p>\n

On May 6, Bel\u00e9m mayor Zenaldo Coutinho announced the highly controversial decree that classified maids<\/a> as essential workers during the pandemic\u2014a decision contrary to the rulings of every other state in Brazil. Coutinho argued that some professionals, such as doctors, need someone to take care of their households.<\/p>\n

What such as a statement legitimates is that for patriarchal capitalism to keep business-as-usual, domestic workers in Bel\u00e9m, who in most cases are women of African and Indigenous ancestry, are to be exposed to high risks of contagion\u2014not only when commuting to work in packed buses, but also at their employers\u2019 households.<\/p>\n

Back in early April, I went to buy medication for my parents in the nearest pharmacy. On the corner against it, I saw a Warao family that had fled Venezuela in search of food and shelter in Brazil. As they asked for spare change from passers-by, no masks covered their faces. They seemed so vulnerable to me, homeless in a foreign country.<\/p>\n

The level of pain that the virus is inflicting in the Amazon is worsening chronic social and racial inequality<\/a> for the urban minoritized populations, as well as affecting Indigenous peoples<\/a> living in the forests in the cruellest ways\u2014a scenario much aggravated by the criminally negligent maladministration of the presidency.<\/p>\n

Learning to heal<\/em><\/p>\n

Following pressure from business leaders to ease restrictions and kick-start the economy, on May 25, Bel\u00e9m lifted its lockdown<\/a>, which had been in effect since May 7<\/a>. Just like that premature reopening, terms like \u201cnew normal,\u201d \u201cpost-pandemic\u201d and \u201csocially distanced shopping\u201d sound delusional to me. While we\u2019re in the midst of the storm, it seems too early to talk about any of them.<\/p>\n

Exercising patience rather than hastiness is what Indigenous leader Ailton Krenak suggests we do when he criticizes the term \u201cpost-pandemic world<\/a>\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf we keep yearning for the idea of a \u2018post-pandemic world,\u2019\u201d says Krenak, \u201cwe will then ignore what the Earth really wants to tell us now. It would mean escaping that reality, and that is not a good thing. That\u2019s why I say that we have to live each day one at a time. The day we\u2019re living is today. Why should we rush to know what the post-pandemic will look like? We don\u2019t even know how we\u2019re going to get through this period. Such a yearning comes much more from people wanting to know what happens next than from actually needing to know it\u201d.<\/p>\n

Ambulance sirens keep roaring. I sometimes try to piece together how the fate of Bel\u00e9m fits into the broader picture of what\u2019s developing in the world. But as the months go by, I\u2019m rediscovering the pleasures of taking the time to simply witness the low and high tides of the Guam\u00e1 River.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s my 37th birthday, and I take another look from the window. Even if for a fraction of a second, I feel my senses wandering through the mangrove swamps where scarlet ibises dance \u2013 and reaching as far as Combu Island, its scent of cacao permeating the air.<\/p>\n

I breathe in and out, blowing a kiss to someone afar. Holding a bowl of tapioca porridge, I feel grateful for doing a job I so strongly believe in, and remind myself that joy can coexist with hardship.<\/p>\n

It suddenly hits me that healing begins with slowing down. As we wait for a cure, learning how to do it is our homework.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Originally published by ReVista: Harvard Review of Latin America<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Jamille Pinheiro Dias<\/a> was born in Bel\u00e9m, in the Brazilian Amazon, in 1983. She is a Research Associate at the University of Manchester, and has had previous appointments at Stanford University and University of S\u00e3o Paulo, where she received a Ph.D. in Modern Languages. She is interested in Indigenous arts and activism in Latin America, with a focus on Brazil.<\/p>\n

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