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T h e p rv i l [l e m tl f povert\r has prcl vokecja n,i de array oi prop-rosecl sol trti or r s.
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i i n a n c i a l i trc e tu ti v esto ttse bi rth corrtrol . W hat cl o you thi nk.-:l f tfl r
frrofresal?
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on this issue.
FLAVIO'S HOME
I've never lost my fierce grudgeagainstpoverfy.It is the most savageof all human
' ,a ffl i c ti o n sc,l a i mi n gvi cti msw ho can' t mobi l i zethei r effortsagai nsti t, w ho often lack
s'trengthto digestwhat little food they scroungeup to survive. It keepsgrowing, mul.
ti p l y i n g ,s p re a d i n gl i ke a cancer.In my w anderi ngsI attacki t w herever I can-i n bar -
ri o s ,s l u m sa n d fa v e l as.
C a ta c u m b aw a s the name of the favel arw here Ifound Fl avi oda S i l va.It w as w ick-
e d l y h o t. T h e n o o n sun baked the mud-rot of the w et mountai nsi de.Garbageand
human excrementcloggedthe open sewerssnakingdown the slopes.Jos€Ga[o, a Lrrfe
reporter,and I resledin the shadeof a jacarandatree halfway up Rio de Janeiro'smost
infamousdeathtrap.Below and above us were a mazeof shacks,but in the distance
alongsidethe beachstood [he gleamingwhite homes of the rich.
Breathinghard, balancinga tin of water on his head,a smallboy climbed toward us.
He was miserablythin, nakedbut for filthy denim shorts.His leesresembledstickscov-',
ered with skin and screwed into his feet:,Deffiwas-arlbnef-fii!:t, in his sunken eyes,
cheeksand jaundicedcoloring.He stoppedfor breath,coughilf, his chest heavingas
water sloppedover his bony shoulders.Then jerking sidewayslike a mechanicaltoy,
h e s m i l e da s m i l e I w i l l never forget.Turni ng,he r,r?ent on up the mountai nsi de.
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f-eople(eclitors' note).
The detailedLi,feassignmentin my back pocketwas to find an impoverishedfather
wit h a fa mi l y ,to e x a mi n eh i s e a rn i n gs,pol i ti call eani ngs,rel i gi on,fri ends,dreamsand
frustrations.I had been sent to do an essayon poverty.This frail boy bent under his
load said more to me about poverty than a dozen poor fa[hers.I touchedGallo,and we
got up and followed the boy to where he entered a shack near the [op of the moun-
F$5lqg_lt was a leaningcrumpled placeof old plankingswith a rusted tin roof. From
insidewe-heardthe babblingsof severalchildren.Joseknocked.The door openedand
the boy stood smiling with a bawling naked baby in his arms.
S t i l l s m i l i n g ,h e w h a c k e dl h e b a b y' srump, i nvi ted us i n and offeredus a box to si t
on. The only other recognizablefurniture was a saggingbed and a brokeh baby'scrib.
Flavio was twelve, and with Gallo acting as int€rpreter,he introduced his younger
br ot h e rsa n d s i s te rs ": Ma ri o , th e b a d one; B apti sta,the goodone; A Jbi a,Isabeland the
baby Z a c a ri a s ."T w o o th e r g i rl s b u rst i nto the shack,smeami ngand poundi ngon one
anot h e r.F l a v i oj u m p e d i n a n d p a rt ed them. " S hut up, you [w o." H e poi nted at the
older g i rl . " T h a t' s M a ri a , th e n a s fy one." S he spi t i n hi s face. H e smackedher and
point e dto th e s m a l l e rs i s te r." T h a t'sL,uzi a.S he thi nks she' spretry."
Ha v i n g[i n i s h e dth e i n tro d u c [i o n s,he w ent to bui l d a fi re under the stove-a rust-
ed, be n t to p o f a n o l d g a sra n g ere s t i ngon severalbri cl < s.B eneathi t w as a pi eceof ti n
t hat c a u g h tth e h o t c o a l s .T h e s h a ckw as aboutsi x by ten feet. Its gri my w al l s w ere a
p_atchylo_1k g! mlsqflapen-beards with largegapsbetween them, revealingother shacks
below s ti l te d a g a i n s tth e s l o p e s .T he fl oor, rotti ng under l ayersof greaseand di rt,
c aug h ts h a ftso f l i g h t s l a n ti n gd o w n throughspacesi n the roof.A l argehol e i n the far
c or ne r s e rv e da s a to i l e t. Be n e a thth at hol e w as the sl opi ngmountai nsi de.P ocketsof
pov e rtyi n N e w Y o rk ' sH a rl e m,o n Chi cago' ssouth si de, i n P uertoR i co' si nfamousE i
Fungitoseem=e.q[p.q]9..!.y__c_--qmpjrison. None of them had preparedme for this one in the
f a v e l ao [ C a t a c u m b a .
F la v i oWa s h e dri c e i n a l a rg ed i s h pan,then w ashedZacari as'feet s i n the samew ater.
B ut e v e n th a t d i rty w a te r w a s n ' t to be w asted.H e tossedi n a chunk of l ye soapand
or dere de a c h c h i l d [o w a s h u p . Wh en they w ere fi ni shedhe spl ashedthe w ater over
t he di rty fl o o r,a n d , d ro p p i n gto h i s k nees,he scrubbedthe pl anksunti l the bl acksuds
s anki n . J u s t b e fo res u n d o w nh e p u t beanson the stoveto w arm, then l eft, sayi nghe
w o u l d b e b a c k s h o r t l y ." D o n ' [ l e t t h e m b u r n , " h e c a u t i o n e dM a r i a . " l f t h e y d o a n d
P opp ab e a tsme , y o u ' 1 1g e t i t l a te r."Mari a, happyto get at the l i cki ngspoon,sw i tched
ov er a n d b e g a nto s ti r th e b e a n s .T h en sl yl y she di ppedout a spoonfuland sw al l ow ed
t hem . L u z i ae y e d h e r. " I s e ey o u . I' m goi ng to tel l on you for steal i ngoursupper."
M a ri a ' se y e sfi a s h e da n g e r." Y o u do and I' l l beatyou, you l i ttl e bi tch." Luzi athrew
a s t ic ka t M a ri a a n d fl e d o u t th e d o o r.Zacari as droppedofl to sl eep.Mari o, the bad one,
s louc h e di n a c o rn e r a n d s u c k e dh i s thumb. Isabeland A l bi a sa[ on the fl oor cl i ngi ng
t o ea c h o th e r w i th a s tra n g ete n derness.Isabel hel d onto A l bi a' s hai r and A l bi a
. c lut ch e da t l s a b e l ' sn e c k .T h e y a p p e aredfrozeni n an act of qui et vi oi ence.
" F la v i ore tu rn e dw i th w o o d , d u m ped i t besi dethe stove and sat dow n to rest for a
few minules, then went down the mountain for more water. It was dark when he final-
ly c am e b a c k ,h i s F p d y s a g g i n gfro m exhausti on.N o l ongersmi l i ng,he suddenl yhad
the look ot.an-btd.fri-an and by now we could see that he kept the family going. In the
c los e dto rm e n t o f th a t p i ti fu l s h a c k ,h e w as w agi nga hopel essbal tl eagai nststarvati on.
' T he
d a Si l v ac h i l d re nw e re l i v i n g i n a coffi n.
When at last the parentscame in, Gallo and I s,eeT9{.!q}S*pg_I! of the family. Flavio
herl alra:riy fnlat thorn \rto t^roro fhoro "Cnrrlrrnn Amarinannl" [-rrzie ceid nnintincr 2t mp
Josti,the father,viewed us with skepticism.Nail his pregnantwife, seetnedti,iedbeyond
speaking.Hardlyackn,-rwledging our presence,she pickedup Zacarias, place{rhimon her
shoulderand gently patted his behind. Flavioscurriedabout like a frightenedrat, his
silenceplainlyexpressingthe fear he held of his father.lmpa[iently,Joseda Silvawaited
for Flavioto servedinner. He sat in the center of the bed with his legs uossed beneath
him, frowning, waiting. There were only three tin plates.Flavio filled them with black
beansand rice, then placedthem beforehis father.Jos€da Silvatastedthem, chewed for
severalmoments,then noddedhis approvalfor the others to start. Only he and Nair hacl
spoons;the children ate with their fingers.Flavioate off the top of a coffeecan. Afraid to
offer us food, he edgedhis rice and beanstoward us, gesturingfor us [o lake some.We
refused.He smiled,knowing we understood.
Later,when we got down to the difficult businessof obtainingpermissionfrom Jose
da Silva to photographhis family, he hemmed and hawed, wallowing in the pleasant
authority of the decision maker. He finally gave in, but his manner told us thal he
expectedsomethingin return. As we were sayinggood night Flavio began to cough
violently. For a few moments his lungs seemed to be tearing apart. I wanted to get
away as quickly as possible.It was cowardly of me, but the bluish cast of his skin
beneaththe swea[,the choking and spitting were suddenlyunbearable.
Gallo and I moved cautiouslydown through the darlcnesstrying not lo appearas
strangers.The Catacumbawas no placefor strangersafter sundown. Desperatecrimi-
nals hid out there. To hunt them out, the police came in packs,but only in daylight.
Gallo cautionedme. "lf you get caught up here after dark it's best to stay at the da
Silvas'until morning." As we drove toward the city the large white buildings of the
rich loomed up. The world behind us seemedlike a bad dream. I had alreadydecided
to get the boy Flavioto a doctor,and as quickly as possible.
The plush lobby of my hotel on the Copacabana waterfront was crammedwith people
-in-formalattire. With the stink of the favelain my clothes,I hurried to tiie elevatorhop-
ing no passengers would be aboard.But as the door was closinga beautifulgirl in a white
lace gown steppedin. I moved as far away as possible.Her escort entered behind her,
swept her into his arms and they indulged in a kiss that lasteduntil they exited on the
next floor. Neither of them seemedto realize that I was there. The room I returned to
seemedto be oversized;the da Silva shackwould have fitted into one corner of it. The
steakdinner I had would have fed the da Silvasfor three davs.
'Parks's
photo-essavon Flavio gencrated an unprecedcrrtetlresponse from l.ry'rreaders.
Incieccl,thel. sent so much nrone\, to therr-laSilvas that the family lt'as able to leave thc
'lr,cln for bettcr living cc-rrrditior.rs.
l'arks brought Flavio trr the Unitecl States ior merdical
reatrnent, anc-lthe bor"s health r,l,asrestored. Hou'ever, Fltrvic-r'sstorv dic-ln't have ar-I
nqualifiecl happy errding.Althotrgl-rhe overcame his illness ancl late.rmarried anrl had a
mil\,, Flavio continuously farrt;,rsized ;ibotrt rcturning to the LJnited Sttrtcs,convincecl
at onlv by retuming to Arnerica cotrlrl he. improve his life. His obsessiou eventually
tded the promise of his life in Brazil (editors' rrote).