Persons or trash?

My God, can not sleep. Promotes in me the fire that destroyed the shacks of the slum, when I was a child. I know I am not dreaming. I relive each memory when I hear people talking about who is going through the same process similar to the scenes of my past. They are still using the same strategies to deal with people living in slums at the time of the transfers.

The government creates programs, only the name change. A mask of worthlessness are engineered forms of exclusion that they use. The methodology to expel the less privileged in these transfers are unpleasant.

Launched a new project, want to teach families to learn to live in a house.

We must not forget that women are far from the slum to clean the walls of buildings and luxury foods to support the daily lives of their employers. Who should teach?

Who is able to dominate the services?

Could dissect this issue as a doctor does in a body to be studied.

What is called a subclass? I venture to give just a glimpse of a girl trapped in the idea of ​​memory, with less money, born in a fertile country with abundant vegetation. Cradle of the waters of the world, with oil supplies, and knowing that the owner is who gets possession of the land.

Who gave the states for the captains and barons? Here was a land of Indians.

All people are born without wealth, and basic care needs for survival. Poverty increases the power of inequality, reduces the other to be always miserable.

I Do not want to dwell on this social policy issue due to a poor income distribution conditions. I was born poor, I never felt inferior.

If I survived with the remnants of power, eating leftovers, being the victim of beating, without having a decent house, living on the stool by the way, having to watch the picture painted in the colors of the caliber of weapons.

The vernissage I had to look at the subject were the human models were boys still prioritizing the ground red with blood and their bodies black as background. In the center of life become routine screen seen from the window of our childhood chaos, produced by a transfer that affected the feelings of a community.

I Can not Believe That the poor citizen Able is less than the rich. Not HAVING HAD the benefit of owning properties, is a question of historical colonization. If It is allowed to be born poor, build huts, Also one must be part of this problem by intervening with the law as a constitutional right.

I remember the transfer of slums. I lived 42 years ago, I was removed in a garbage truck, along with neighbors and they were all gold to us. All because of that time and reigning power in a political speculation dictatorship. Investing.

And now is the World Cup which will be largely responsible for the transfers. The community will be treated like dirt again? Regardless of the story of their lives. Treated as waste? Enough!

The government, in order to accelerate growth through its programs, destroy families that we spend years saving for their homes. They play on the ground with demolition destroy all the investment space, feelings and personal history of a people. On behalf of the best.

It asked them what is the best?

Children become confused, disengage the story of an era, and behaviors contribute to acculturate, undermining the resources that form the weaving espertises a native people.

The disadvantaged are empowered to keep his life with his family in poverty. Work, Their children enroll in a school system near his home, is the help of neighbors all Collapse, it has to start, there fragelização emotional and historical ties with the space is not just a piece That moves from one board. He is the life

Today I'm grieving, see the wreckage of the houses of friends in an area where residents are waiting for the day of your home also come to the floor, their dreams, their lives and all claims for land that does not allow you to maintain the standard of your home previous

Everyone is like debris on the floor. There are pieces on the ground that will never be rebuilt, the sweat of the brow of the worker, the cries of a child and their laughter, love the design of each family member.

How not to feel being treated like dirt, its history destroyed in the rubble?

The poor citizen has no meaning? Has no history?

You have to think hard before launching all these ruins the environment.

We need to intervene. Provide a reflective context of education, we should take our children to teach them the values ​​of life, ethics, respect people. Today, the situation stinks power in the trench with fetuses, dead children, broken families and their own waste, polluting the world with the shame of their immoral acts.

The voting population of the dictator at the head of misery, it is necessary to intervene in the process of enslavement system that involves removing the tag value.

We do not need to earn alms. The charity have asked when we were kids, we want to win paths, directions, quality of life, and be the star of our own success, as well as most considered elite.