I'm so scared. I can't sleep. Over 40% of my country voted for a fascist today. I don't know if we can beat him on the second round. Even if we can, over 40% of my country voted for a fascist today. We've already lost.
This guy has said worse than Trump, believe it or not. He's openly talked about beating up gay people, raping women, torturing and killing people against him. He called the people of a quilombo (black communities formed around slavery, some of which still exist) so "lazy and fat" they were "not even good for breeding".
We had a military dictatorship in Brazil (if was partly financed by the USA, but that's a whole other story). From the 60s to the 80s, people disappeared, were tortured, killed and blackmailed. Everyone could be accused of being a "communist", and they could do whatever they wanted to you. One of the big names when it came to torture (that's how institutionalized it was) was Ustra. He tortured and killed dozens of people, including our former and first female president, Dilma. When they impeached Dilma, Bolsonaro stood there and made an homage to Ustra. Actually congratulated a man on torturing a woman. Ustra was famous for shoving rats into his female prisoners' vaginas and using kids in his torture. The youngest child to be actively tortured by that regime was one year old. Bolsonaro stood before national television and congratulated the perpetrators of these monstrosities.
And still, 40% of my country voted for him today. Out of hatred for PT (Worker's Party). They'd rather watch our democracy die. Watch me and my friends die. My mother, who's a bisexual woman like me. My boyfriend, who is a black man, my cousins, all black men and women. We always go first.
They already feel more comfortable, the fascists. More comfortable following us in the streets and yelling threats, telling us to shut our mouths and lower our heads. And I'm scared. I don't want to lower my head. I want to fight for my brothers and sisters who will suffer in the hands of a monster. But I'm so scared. I want to run. Cross the border before I can't anymore. I'm scared, and I'm sad, and I'm trying my best to win over votes against him for the second round but I'm also so tired. I just want to cry. And I can't sleep.














