Keep the Bones Alive: Missing People and the Search for Life in Brazil
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Graham Denyer Willis is a University Lecturer at the Centres of Development and Latin American Studies and a Fellow at Queens' College, University of Cambridge.
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Keep the Bones Alive
Photo courtesy of Aline Abdala.
Keep the Bones Alive
MISSING PEOPLE AND THE SEARCH FOR LIFE IN BRAZIL
Graham Denyer Willis
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA PRESS
University of California Press
Oakland, California
© 2022 by Graham Denyer Willis
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Denyer Willis, Graham, 1979– author.
Title: Keep the bones alive : missing people and the search for life in Brazil / Graham Denyer Willis.
Description: Oakland, California : University of California Press, [2021] | Includes bibliographical references and index.
Identifiers: LCCN 2022002100 (print) | LCCN 2022002101 (ebook) | ISBN 9780520388512 (cloth) | ISBN 9780520388529 (paperback) | ISBN 9780520388536 (epub)
Subjects: LCSH: Disappeared persons—Brazil. | BISAC: SOCIAL SCIENCE / Anthropology / Cultural & Social | SOCIAL SCIENCE / Sociology / Urban
Classification: LCC HV6322.3.B6 D36 2021 (print) | LCC HV6322.3.B6 (ebook) | DDC 362.870981—dc23/eng/20220224
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For the missing
All author’s proceeds from this book are donated to Mães da Sé
Contents
List of Illustrations
Acknowledgments
Introduction: Gone
1 Disappearance and the Search
2 Keep the Bones Alive
3 Unearthing Life
4 Disappearance and the Cemetery
5 The Usefulness of Capricious Knowledge
6 The Disappearable Subject
7 From Disappearance, Presence
8 Muted Martyrdom
9 Make Live, Make Disappear
10 I Just Want to Live
Appendix. Reading Life through Disappearance: A Note on Method
Notes
References
Index
Illustrations
FIGURES
1. Neide
2. Felipe at age five
3. Reported cases of missing people in São Paulo State
4. Kaio
5. Sketching Halloween
6. Pending deportation cases, May 2021
MAP
Mundane mass graves in the greater São Paulo region
Acknowledgments
I wish this book were the result of careful deliberation, quiet thought, and an Aha!
moment or something like that. Instead, it pains me to say that ills and violence made this book necessary. In January 2016, the Egyptian state disappeared Giulio Regeni, torturing and killing him before leaving him on the street. Egypt has denied it ever since, in one of the most absurd political foils imaginable. Giulio was a doctoral student the year I arrived at Cambridge, a brilliant student and one of the first PhD students I would engage with as a full-fledged academic. He was of the kind that unnerves you with their gregariousness and smarts, but with a sincere humility and concern for others. I hope this book is a finger in the eye to all governments and leaders—Egyptian, Italian, British, American, and Canadian, especially—who in full knowledge of what happened to Giulio, and what continues to happen to others, enable this and other disappearances with arms transfers and a manifest preference for capital over human life.
I would also like to acknowledge murderous policing in Brazil, and elsewhere. Over the last decade, Brazilian police—like many others—have become more deadly, and more disastrous, overcoming virtually any objection that their work is not of the genocidal proportions so deftly described by Abdias Nascimento. While I’ve been more sensitive to the class conditions of Brazilian police in the past, the rise of Bolsonaro has revealed the clear tensions between liberalism’s patience with policing and a lucid recognition that police institutions cannot be placed apart from structural inequality, the governance of its basic assumptions, and the ongoing making of race, death, suffering, and disappearance in prisons and more. That Bolsonaro presides over another kind of mass killing through inequality now, via COVID-19, is yet more convincing proof that the world really does need to exhaust its fetish for militarism, police, and everyday hierarchy.
Against countervailing forces, good and not so good, others have enabled me to write this book. I am deeply indebted to everyone who gave this monograph the varied kinds of space and support for the elaboration that it has needed, whether collegial, financial, with reading, invitations to speak, or by thinking with me about Latin America, ethnography, and politics. To those, too, who allow me to think with them as they’ve undertaken study alongside me, pushing me to question my assumptions and to think and do better every day. In particular, to:
Maha Abdelrahman, Jaime Alves, Jude Browne, Samira Bueno, Katerina Chatzikidi, Max Curtis, Diane Davis, David Doyle, Kristen Drybread, Alex Fattal, Gabriel Feltran, Anthony Fontes, John French, Jeff Garmany, Thomas Blom Hansen, Marcia Hattori, Max Horder, Iza Hussin, Amy Jaffa, Gareth Jones, Ieva Jusionyte, Shamus Khan, Gray Kidd, Sian Lazar, Charlotte Lemanski, Ben Lessing, Renato Sérgio de Lima, Beatriz Magaloni, Kate Marshall, William Mazzarella, Flávia Medeiros, Karen Morton, Chloe Nahum-Claudel, Cleia Noia, Yael Navaro, Kevin Lewis O’Neill, Enrique Ochoa-Kaup, Leigh Payne, Anthony Pickles, Sarah Radcliffe, Robert Samet, Jason Sharman, Finn Stepputat, Jonny Steinberg, Madiha Tahir, Rebecca Tapscott, Winifred Tate, Sharika Thiranagama, Anna Villareal, Sarah Wagner, Queens’ College, the Centres for Latin American Studies and Development Studies, and the Department of Politics and International Studies at Cambridge. With primacy, Laurie Denyer Willis.
Parts of this manuscript have been adapted with permission from work published in Economy and Society (50:2, Mundane Disappearance,
in the introduction), Public Culture (31:3, The Exceptional Prison
), and Comparative Studies in Society and History (60:3, The Potter’s Field
). Special appreciation to Samira Bueno for permission to use our work The Exceptional Prison.
I thank these journals, their editors, reviewers, and unsung managing editors for being so thoroughly generous with their time.
I save all of my thanks and admiration for Debora, Neide, Mariana, Matias, Otávio, Sandro, and Viviane, as well as others who are not explicitly named but who agreed to be a part of this work, who I hope feel that their words and continued time spent with me give life to a more ample struggle for recognition of their children and loved ones, Kaio, Felipe, Madalena, and Samuel. And to never forget. Seguimos na luta e na busca.
Introduction
GONE
Neide fixes her deep brown eyes on mine; linear, and piercing. I’m suddenly unnerved. "You’re here now, but if you were to disappear here, now, ah meu filho [my child] . . ." she laughs, ill at ease, but full of assertion. Her gaze shifts, the focus dissipates. One day, in 2008, Neide’s son Felipe walked out the door of their home. He said he was going to return a motorcycle with a friend of his. He was never heard from again.
Between twenty thousand and twenty-five thousand people go missing in São Paulo every year, or so a prosecutor and the newspapers tell me. Many of them are found, one way or another. Thousands of others are not.
I sit with Neide in the living room of the house she built from scratch with her husband on the south side of São Paulo. Neide’s house—put in place brick by brick, mortar on mortar, a new room one year, another one years later by her husband’s hands—is around the corner from one of the fluid urban capillaries that connect the informally urbanized periphery with the downtown of this global city of around twenty-four million people. She told me to tell the minibus driver to drop me by the big Y intersection, after taking the metro, a bus, and a short walk. In the other direction the capillary courses down to the Billings Reservoir, a dammed body of heavily contaminated urban water that feeds into the Pinheiros River, a thread of brown liquid that moves back through the city, past the crystalline towers along United Nations Avenue—the height and light of so-called global harmony.
For Neide, everything changed when night fell and Felipe didn’t come through the door. Soon, there was trauma. She speaks of depression and dejection mixed into every stride of the searching. Reiterated trauma. When he didn’t come home, Felipe was still vividly present. His absence was generative, affective, brimming in what, to others, might seem like silent emptiness. Where he might have spoken or laughed in a family conversation, nothing was audible. Instead, there was melancholy, an individualizing but nonetheless collective reminder of the unfulfilled expectation of his presence, borne in excess by Neide. Such silences were not of solace or of coming to peace. What Neide describes is a smile that should be there, the warmth of eye contact, of someone’s distinctive smell, of knowing how they sit and hold a fork or spoon between their fingers at the lunch table.
Soon emptiness started soiling everything surrounding it—any conversation, the euphoria of a song, a birthday party. Shreds of happiness and contentment always caving into guilt. Materials and moments are the crux of his memory (figure 1). Other things are also gone. The emptiness Neide describes is not just of Felipe’s presence in his absence, but also of the way that a sensation of emptiness carried her own life away with it. Neide had worked for a law firm doing minor paralegal tasks. After Felipe vanished she tried to muddle through, but in the end she lost her job. Eventually, her husband did as well. Soon after, then, Felipe’s disappearance was also an absence of money. His material emptiness, which had become her emotional emptiness, now became emptiness in the family purse. Soon, there was an emptiness in their stomachs.
Figure 1. Neide (photo courtesy of Aline Abdala).
But, as it turned out, even more emptiness was possible. A kind of political emptiness, as though the state that would help to find Felipe had itself gone away. Felipe had been a high school student. And, as with every student in the municipal public school system, when he was absent from school, parents would hear about it. Sometimes the assistente social (school extension worker) would call to ask where he was, why he wasn’t in the classroom. They would harass us,
Neide said. The first thing these municipal employees would always ask was, Is there a problem at home?
And then, five or six months after he disappeared, Felipe’s school principal called. The extension workers had escalated the issue. Neide told him that Felipe was gone, he’d disappeared. The principal was shocked. He’d heard nothing of the matter. In a nanosecond his inquisitiveness about Felipe turned to awkwardness and withdrawal. After he hung up,
said Neide, I never heard from him again.
It was like the principal, too, had disappeared.
This shift of the principal and the school system from inquisitive to abrogated resonates in Neide’s words, even years later. As she puts it, But where is the extension worker now to help me? Where is that group of people, from the Concelho Tutelar, that is supposed to be so concerned about child welfare? They do nothing, but say that they do. But if I was ever to spank a child, the police would be there the next day.
They cared when he was occasionally absent from school. But they don’t care when he is completely absent. Neide traces the sensation with her words, speaking around the way that their care
was, really, an effort to control. That care is now gone, and not just from the school. State agencies that are supposed to care instead show indifference, resignation beneath the filed paperwork. With some important exceptions, she’s found very few who will join her in the search, outside of other mothers and a handful of fathers she has come to know because their sons and daughters have disappeared, too.
The widespread indifference to searching for Felipe is shrouded in other kinds of doubt about what might have happened. When Felipe disappeared he was with a friend, a young man that Neide didn’t know. Both he and Felipe vanished. So, for Neide, this wasn’t just a problem of finding Felipe. It was about finding both of them. One would likely hold the key to knowing what happened to the other. But Neide was surprised to not find a willing partner in the other man’s family, who reacted very differently. They didn’t do much searching, and she could never really account for why. Sometimes they would say that they didn’t have enough money to do it. That seemed the justification; they would do it when there was enough money. But they certainly weren’t without the acute trauma of loss. As Neide put it, the mother seemed like she would only shout, I want my son! I want my son!
She was groundless, untethered, but apparently totally disinterested in finding him.
You know those kinds of people that never really open their mouth?
says Neide. That don’t really want to share anything with you? And so, she just never wanted to say anything. She would just keep shouting, ‘I want my son! I want my son!’
They often wouldn’t pick up the phone, and they wouldn’t open the door when Neide came by. People spoke of her as being depressed. One time, to Neide, her husband wrote off her inconsolability as a problem of depression.
Neide had a hard time not reaching out, not trying to share in the effort and not uniting forces to find the two young men. It seemed so obvious to her, so important. She still can’t get her head around why they weren’t interested.
Where had their desire to search gone?
At some point, Neide was contacted by the Public Prosecutor’s Office and told to leave the mother alone. Neide doesn’t know how the prosecutor came to know, or why this was important enough for an institution that usually doesn’t work at street level to intervene. This intervention from on high, concerned with someone searching and not with the disappearance itself, was striking to Neide. Rather than assembling a search party to find Felipe, she was threatened for asking questions—or maybe the right questions of the wrong people. The Prosecutor’s Office, it seemed to her, was asking her to stop the search.
Neide has been everywhere else that could possibly help her. An NGO—Mães da Praça da Sé (Mothers of the Central Square)—for parents of missing children, gives out a prepared and photocopied list of places to look. She’s been to each of their suggestions what feels like hundreds of times in these last ten years. To places like her neighborhood police station, where they record it but dismiss his disappearance as not a crime,
noting under their breath and in pseudonyms and posture, that he was a young man who wasn’t always at school who was driving a motorcycle in a poor neighborhood. Maybe he wasn’t an angel,
they imply. To the missing persons unit, which exudes disinterest and an affective film of bureaucratic violence. They drawl, Did you find anything?
when she returns each time, hoping that their job has been done for them. To the morgue, which smells of a heaviness of decomposition that sticks to the fibers of her clothes. To public cemeteries—especially those for the indigent—with their routine processes of interment, disinterment, and disposal. She follows any hint of what I call mundane mass graves,
tracking any community whispers about a new one being found. She’s been beneath every urban underpass, where struggling people congregate for shelter, that she’s seen and could think of. She talks of São Paulo’s infamous psychiatric manicômio and of the newer, partially private, and mysterious rehabilitation centers—home to the homeless, mentally ill, and dying persons left there by police, by hospitals, by families and by neighbors.
She has found nothing. She pins her hopes on Felipe maybe walking right back in through the front door—one day.
Eight people are registered as disappeared per hour in Brazil in the last ten years,
shouts a 2017 newspaper headline. One person every seven and a half minutes. The International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC), which has worked on efforts to trace missing people around the world since the Franco Prussian War in 1870, says eighty-two thousand people are reported missing every year in Brazil. Numbers are approximate, and there is a battle over them.¹ Many people reappear, having been tracked down and returned or their body found—an argument often used to minimize urgency around the thousands that never do. Unlike political disappearances
in historical moments, occurring amid crisis, war, and outright contestation for political power, which have been well studied, counted, and disinterred, this kind of mundane disappearance is made apolitical and treated as banal.² The numbers, which collapse the missing dead, the missing alive, and the missing in search of life, elsewhere, just don’t seem to count. Mundane disappearance, existing outside of systemic crisis, is yet to be marked as a political problem, even as its condition as mundane is necessarily a question of power. Why?
For the ICRC, as for others, the project is to make this kind of disappearance political, through enumeration and population delineation. But numeration can feel like a project of containing a cloud in a football net, or using a pitchfork to move a pile of rice. The affects of disappearance, its varied violences, and systemic productions are not captured in the numbers. For those who search and hope, those who have disappeared are not easily assigned to death, to life, to violence, or even to politics.
In this city and state—which would be the fourth-largest country in Latin America if measured by population—other numbers describe what surrounds disappearance. Over 4.2 million chattel slaves were trafficked into Brazil in the transatlantic slave trade, the largest amount of any nation in the Americas. Still today, according to the Brazilian government, there remain at least 3,524 quilombos (Maroon communities) created by slaves who disappeared from plantations, fleeing to build new societies. Urbanists describe how greater than 60 percent of the city of São Paulo urbanized informally, in spite of the state rather than through regulation, redistribution, and an attention to life. Police statistics show that every year, police kill between seven hundred and eight hundred people in the city, 75 percent of whom are typically young Black men. São Paulo’s prison population has grown by 2,144 percent since 1983—from 9,972 to 233,755. An organized crime group now controls all but seven of the state’s 178 prisons, 28 of which have been built since I wrote the first sentence for this book in 2016. That organized crime group is now present in each of Brazil’s twenty-six states, plus Bolivia and Paraguay. The rise of this organization from the historically violent and informally urbanized parts of the city and through the prison system coincides with a homicide decline in the city of around 80 percent, which, in real terms, means at least six thousand fewer intentional deaths per year. Journalists have written about thirty-five mass graves discovered around the city since 2007. The Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agency (ICE) of the United States detained seventeen thousand Brazilians at one land-border station alone, El Paso, Texas in 2019.
Alongside all of this, how might one make sense of the equivalent of a small city disappearing every year—if indeed it actually is? What does such mundane disappearance—the nebulousness of no body, no life, and no death—tell us about a contemporary political condition that holds some life as so devoid of value that it can disappear and not be pursued? While apparently passive, disappearance is an acute condition, speaking to the blurring of political nonexistence and material disappearance, with the former a necessary condition for the banality of the latter. Some people will be pursued by the state when they disappear. Most others, like Felipe, are not. It seems that politics—the state, popular urgency, an affective desire to collectively pursue the absent, protest in the streets—has itself gone missing. And yet there is a search.
Over the course of this book, I will describe three claims. First, disappearance is a generalized assumption tied to capitalism as a system that inscribes inequality on human life, as though an ethical or universal truth. In this sense, disappearance cannot be disentangled from a condition that sees human value relative to what it can(not) produce, make, or do—a constant comparative gesture embedded with value-laden difference. This differs from an understanding of disappearance as political only when someone is yanked off the street, rendered away by cloaked figures because they were members of a political organization, or were actively contesting a political regime. Always political, disappearance—today—works through indifference and forgettability for some, but a spectacular outcry for others, each of whom are understood, relative to the other, to be worthy of either pursuit or nonexistence. Here, then, the disappeared
are not a discrete population, solely to be counted or numbered, one category of wrong among many. Rather, disappearance is itself the political reason, defining a prison system where people get lost and can’t be found, and working as a defining characteristic of life and social death. In other words, disappearance is more than being denied humanity, it is a way of everyday knowing, succumbing, and surviving, in a global condition where there are too many bodies for capital’s use, a need for some life to be maintained, and where bodies must be understood as useful in the service of accumulation. To mark mundane disappearance as a political problem is to implicate the kind of politics that presides over inequality as assumed and unquestioned. Mundane disappearance is central to capitalism’s order and forms.
Figure 2. Felipe at age five (photo courtesy of Neide).
Second, this does not mean that someone vanishing doesn’t matter. It has preconditions. The aftermath of Felipe’s disappearance reasserts social and political order, affirming the inequity of life; an act of non-pursuit written on the face of a resigned police detective or through a spectacular public hunt for an innocent White child. An absent search, a mother or father left to search alone, performs inequality, where saving those who must not disappear also shapes the person who can disappear: the disappearable subject. In this way social and political order should be understood as being reasserted not only at the time of death, as Bloch and Parry (1982) once argued, but also even where the relationship between time and death is unknown, and unknowable. In doing so, material disappearance works as a discursive social category—he disappeared,
they vanished,
he’s gone
—dependent already on whether someone could be understood as disappearable, and independent of what might actually have caused
their disappearance. Who makes people disappear, why people disappear—or flee—works at a second order of importance, behind an understanding of their already absent value, or of their supposed position as threatening to the status quo. Supposition about who the disappeared are, what they may have done, and why they do not deserve to be pursued, conditions the scope of a search—or lack thereof.
Third, an ethnographic focus on disappearance of both kinds reveals a search for life: a world of weeping tied up in the political economy of mass incarceration and dehumanizing racism. Within the assumptions and uneventfulness of disappearance there is an unmistakable search for life; mothers and fathers fighting to prevent bones being incinerated, collectivity at muted gravesides where commemoration of life is a criminal act, in the toil of everyday disinterment with care, and via distinctive organizations that take an opposition to mundane disappearance and sub-humanity as their starting point for a different assertion of lives that matter. Mothers unite, struggling to mobilize against all odds. Other people, who are contained in the prisons that are a materialization of the mundane ethics of disappearance, are emboldened to monopolize conditions of life and death on different terms. Such searches for life are tenuous and tricky, walking a knife’s edge between reasserting the importance of some lives, and denying such recognition to others—including in the making of mundane mass graves.
Disappearance is not, then, a condition of absolute foreclosure. This banal paradigm is revelatory of a tenacious resistance to letting people be disregarded; to contesting the very idea that some people matter less than others. Though disappearance may imply absence and nothingness, it speaks immutably of a fight for a better politics; an ethos of determination to not let disappearance define the status