Some hard-core anti-utopianism from a Brazilian jail cell:
Solution?….There´s no solution at all, buddy. The idea itself of solution is already a mistake. Have you ever looked at the size of the 560 slums in Rio de Janeiro? Have you ever flown in helicopter over the periphery of São Paulo? What solution? The solution would only come up with many billion dollars spent with a high-level ruler, an immense political will, economic growth, revolution in the education, general urbanization… and should everything be almost under the baton of an enlighten tyranny, that should jump over the secular bureaucratic paralysis, which was passing over the accomplice legislative (or you think that 287 leeches are going to act? If they let it be, they are going to steal up even the PCC….) and even the court, which obstructs punishments. There would have to be a radical reform of the penal process of the country, there would have to be communication and intelligence between municipal, state, and federal police officers (we do conference calls among prisons …). And all that would cost some billion dollars and would implicate on a deep psychosocial change on the political structure of the country. In other words: it is impossible. There is no solution.
Are you afraid of dying?
It is you who are afraid of dying, not me. As a matter of fact, here in jail you cannot come in and kill me … but I can order to kill you out there…. We are human bombs. In the slum there are a hundred thousand human bombs… We are in the centre of the insoluble itself, really… You are the good and I am the evil and, in between, the frontier of death, the only frontier. We are already another species; we are already other animals different from you. Death for you is a Christian drama on a bed, a heart attack… Death for us is the daily meat laid down in a ditch… Didn’t you intellectuals used to talk about class struggle, about “be marginal (from law), be hero”? So it is; we arrived, here we are! He, he… You’ve never expected for these new warriors of cocaine, have you? […] I am intelligent. I read. I read 3.000 books and I read Dante … but my soldiers are all strange anomalies of the twisted development of this country. There is no more proletariat or unhappy ones, neither exploited ones. There is a third kind growing up outside, cultivated in the mud, educating on the absolute illiteracy, graduating in the jails, like a monster Alien hidden in the cracks of the city. A new language has already grown up. – Don’t you hear the wiretaps made “with the permission of the Justice”? Maybe so. It is another language. We are facing a kind of post-misery. That’s it. The post-misery generates a new culture of killing, aided by modern technology, satellites, cellular phones, internet, modern weapons. It is the shit with chips, with megabytes. My commanded ones are a mutation of the social being; they are funguses of a great dirty mistake.
Notes: Marcola is the first nationwide criminal leader of note in Brazil. Perhaps, the most important in Latin America. PCC stands for Primeiro Comando da Capital – First Command of Capital. Here, capital means the city of Sâo Paulo.