Lianne Milton

Location: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Nationality: American
Biography: Lianne Milton is a documentary photographer and photojournalist based in Brazil and Washington, DC. Her work examines the impact of socio-economic issues on race, class, citizenship and migration - from global migration to the lasting effects of... read on
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Credits: lianne milton
Updated: 01/10/14

(This narrative weaves together the conversations I heard while photographing in the favelas across the city).

My community is changing. We don’t know what to expect. Some find peace, others find the same repression. The police are just another gang. They take our baile funk away, they take our culture away. The police look at us like we are all criminals. We are not criminals. This is my home. This is my family. I work. The kids now go to school because there are no more baile funk parties that go all night. But the schools aren’t any better than before. Amigos de Amigos, ahh, you know? The traffickers are still there, some say. They are just waiting for the Olympics to end so they can come back. They still have guns hiding. I can work at night now since Pacification. Before it was too dangerous. Too many shootings. We couldn’t cross neighborhoods. Here in Complexo da Maré, we want an alternative to Pacification. We don’t want a police state. Under the traffickers, we live under different rules. I feel safe. My family feels safe. But not during the violence. The police come in shooting. There are different rules under a police state. Now they want to get rid of funk. They want to suppress our culture. I used to work for the traffickers in Rocinha, now I push cigarettes and candy on the beach in Ipanema. And the girls from Porto Alegre I don’t like. They treat me bad. I hear that the police and the traffickers work together. Who really works for who? They are building a cable car so tourists can come up and take pictures of our church, but what about our open sewage system that they will walk past, and then judge us? Why don’t they come do something about that? I am forced to leave my home. My community. The house I built with my own hands. It took me 15 years. And for what? A highway. They say they need another highway. Another parking lot. What more will come? 


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