Declarations of a band boss in the urban favelas of Brazil

From O Globo
Posted on September 29, 2013

"Marcos Camacho, better known by the nickname Marcola, is the top leader of a criminal organization in Sao Paulo (Brazil) called the First Command of the Capital (PCC).
Marcola's answers bring us closer to what may be the future of common crime in Latin America.
O Globo: Are you from the First Command of the Capital (PCC)?
Marcola: More than that, I am a sign of these times. I was poor and invisible. You never looked at me for decades and it was easy to solve the problem of misery in the old days. The diagnosis was obvious: rural migration, income inequality, few villages of poverty, discrete peripheries; The solution never appeared ... What did they do? Nothing. Has the Federal Government ever reserved any budget for us? We were only news in the collapses of mountain villages or romantic music about "the beauty of those mountains at dawn", those things ...

Now we are rich with the multinational drug traffic. And you are scared to death. We are the late beginning of your social conscience.
O Globo: But the solution would be ...
Marcola: Solution? There is no solution, brother. The very idea of ​​"solution" is already a mistake.
Have you seen the size of Rio's 560 shanty towns? Have you already been in a helicopter over the periphery of Sao Pablo? Solution, how? It would only have many millions of dollars well spent, with a high level of management, an immense political will, economic growth, a different education, general urbanization and everything else, it should be done under the baton of an "enlightened tyranny" On top of the secular bureaucratic paralysis, which will need to pass over the Legislative power. The Judicial Power prevents punishment. A radical reform of the criminal process of the country is necessary, there would have to be communications and intelligence coordination between municipal, provincial and federal police (ourselves, we do even conference calls between prisoners ...).  And all that would cost billions of dollars and would involve a profound psychosocial change in the political structure of the country. In other words, it is impossible. There is no solution.
O Globo: Are not you afraid to die?

Marcola: You are the ones who are afraid of dying, I am not. Rather, here in prison you can not go in and kill me, but I can order you to kill you out there. We are bomb-men. In the misery villages there are one hundred thousand bombers. We are at the center of the insoluble issue. You are in the middle, the border of death, the only border. We are already a new "species", and we are other animals, different from you.
Death for you is a christian drama in bed dying for a heart attack. Death for us is daily food, thrown into a common grave.
You, intellectuals, do not talk about class struggle, about being marginal, about being a hero? Then we arrived! Hahaha…! I read a lot; I read 3,000 books and read Dante, but my soldiers are strange anomalies of the crooked development of this country.
No more proletarians or unhappy or exploited. There is a third thing growing out there, grown in the mud, educated in the most absolute illiteracy, graduating in prisons, like an alien monster hiding in the corners of the city. A new language has emerged. Is that. It's another language.
It is in front of a kind of post misery.
Post-misery generates a new killer culture, aided by technology, satellites, cell phones, the Internet, modern weapons. It's the shit with chips, with megabytes.
O Globo: What changed in the peripheries?
Marcola: Mangos. We have them now. Do you think that the person who has 40 million dollars at Beira Mar does not rule? With 40 million dollars the prison is a hotel, a desk ... Which is the police that will burn that gold mine, you know? We are a modern, rich company. If the official hesitates, is dismissed and "placed in the microwave".
You are the broken state, dominated by incompetents.
We have agile management methods. You are slow, bureaucratic. We fight on our own. You, in a strange land. We do not fear death. You die of fear. We are well armed. You are 38 caliber. We are in the attack. You in defense. You have a habit of humanism. We are cruel, merciless. You transformed us into "super stars" of the crime. We have clowns. We are helped by the people of the misery villages, out of fear or love. You are hated. You are regional, provincial. Our weapons and products come from outside, we are "global". We do not forget you, you are our "customers". You forget us when the shock of the violence that we provoke passes." 
Marcola: You can only come to an event if you give up defending "normality". There is no more normality. You need to make a self-critic of your own incompetence. But to be frank, seriously, in morality. We are all in the center of the insoluble. Only we live from it and you have no way out. Just the shit. And we are already working in it. Understand me, brother, there is no solution. Do you know why? Because you understand neither the extent of the problem.
As the divine Dante wrote:
"Lose all hope. We are all in hell. "