We are on the streets to support our captain.
Jair
Bolsonaro
Jair
Bolsonaro
This is our country.
Green, yellow, blue, and white.
We can't let these people take advantage of us.
They trash Brazil.
They try to corner the great Bolsonaro.
Trash our leader.
We must destroy the mainstream media.
Someone has to do it.
And it will be the people of Brazil
with President Bolsonaro.
These reporters are criminals.
These people need to be exterminated.
Exterminated.
This newspaper lies.
Shut your mouth.
Shame on you. You only publish lies.
No more fake news.
What about the journalist from Folha de São Paulo?
She wanted a scoop.
And she was ready to give her "hole" for a scoop.
At any price against me.
Tugo.
Let me smell your breath.
How wonderful.
Toothpaste breath.
Mom, there's papaya on his ear.
But I just started eating.
It already spilled on his ear.
Let me see it.
It smells good.
Mom, sometimes I search your name on the internet.
Why?
I don't know.
For what?
I don't know.
What did you find?
Some critics and some people saying
nice things.
Oh good.
So it's not all bad then.
There was a video from a Bolsominion.
I was looking through the comments
and he wrote something wrong grammatically.
So...
I wrote in the comments
"You are an illiterate Bolsominion."
-Don't do that, dude. -Why not?
Because one day this could be a problem for you.
For me?
Just let those people talk among themselves.
I like to find out what people are saying about you.
Eat.
Get out of the tear gas.
My love?
What?
Do you want tortillas?
In Mexico City, women's groups are protesting
to demand justice
for murders, violence, and abuse against women at the hands of the police.
What's up?
Are you ready?
Where are the cops supposed to be?
They're back there in those streets.
Don't be indifferent.
They're killing women right in front of us.
Careful.
Where's Quetza?
Murderers!
Don't stay alone, babe. You'll get left behind.
Murderers!
You can clean that with turpentine.
And it'll come out okay?
Yes.
Easy.
You've got homework.
I guess so.
I'm glad you're okay.
Mexico is one of the most dangerous countries to be a journalist.
You're at risk the moment you walk out the door.
A lot of my colleagues have disappeared or been killed.
One of them was my friend, Rubén.
There was a clash with the police
and they made him delete his photos.
He was able to save a few, and they got published.
And that was it.
They killed him here in Mexico City.
When I had to cover Rubén's funeral
and I saw him being buried,
I understood the magnitude of the situation.
But I've never been afraid to publish a photo.
When I was little, my mom taught me
not to be afraid to tell the truth.
No, you've had your questions.
Let's avoid contagion.
Masks are required.
Vulnerable groups will not be allowed inside.
Need a taxi? Want a taxi?
It's all COVID here.
Is it?
The last passengers I had were a woman and kid.
She got in crying.
She said, "My husband just passed away."
Are a lot of people coming?
More people are dying for sure.
At least 15 or 20 people die here every day.
Day and night.
Hi. Good afternoon.
I'm covering the funerals.
And everything that's going on.
The issue is...
I get it.
I understand you're doing your job but the family is in pain.
I'll take them from over there and try not to make them uncomfortable.
Forgive me.
I understand the situation.
He says yes but...
Don't worry about it.
Don't worry.
It's really hard for me to even ask people's permission.
Forgive me and thank you very much.
It's such an ugly feeling.
I mean, it could be your mother, your sister, your child.
It's something that stays with you.
But it's something we have to do
to show what's really happening.
Mr. President.
What are you doing to address the COVID situation?
Look. With this COVID thing.
We are fine.
People can't hug?
People must hug.
Nothing is going to happen.
Photographer Sáshenka Gutiérrez
captured a woman with COVID symptoms
waiting for a free bed at Tláhuac Hospital.
It was published last Wednesday on the cover of Milenio newspaper.
Look, I saw those pictures in Milenio yesterday.
We don't have any issues with beds.
I have no idea what they're talking about.
So there is a lot of fake news.
Obviously at the moment we have a small crisis.
But, in my opinion, the whole coronavirus thing is a fantasy.
The media is out of control and spreading fear.
If I got infected it wouldn't worry me at all.
I wouldn't feel anything but a little cold.
No one's wearing a mask.
Where are you from?
I'm from Folha.
What's Folha?
The paper Folha de São Paulo, you know?
No.
Do you know anyone who got sick?
No.
No one in the favela is infected.
Not here.
Walking around, did you see anyone coughing and passing out?
No.
So actually you don't have to be scared.
Personally, I'm here with no mask.
But I see that all of you are wearing them.
So who's right, you or me?
People get their information on Facebook.
And they can't tell the difference
between the truth and a lie.
Where are the confirmed cases?
The orange dots are confirmed cases.
OK. I'm going to ask for a bunch of numbers.
You know journalists love numbers, right?
I know.
How many admitted and how many died?
Hospitalized...
1,245 total.
But we have a low mortality rate here.
Do you have numbers for this or not?
Please be honest with me.
You mean what he said about the mortality rate?
Maybe he doesn't want the numbers released.
The real mortality rate in this hospital
is very high.
Maybe we shouldn't be telling you this but that's the truth.
When I covered the Ebola epidemic I interviewed patients.
But I was never right by their bed.
This was my first time being so close to people who were that sick.
You can really feel a person...
dying.
You know?
No more masks.
We are free Americans.
We decide our own fate in this country.
Hey dad, how are you?
Good.
Yesterday I was watching a Soderbergh film.
Ah yes. Contagion?
Contagion.
Yes, it's a very good movie.
In the movie the only journalist who understands what's going on
is a despicable guy,
a major asshole.
Jude Law.
It's Jude Law.
Exactly, the guy who has a woman's name.
I always thought he was a woman. Jude Law.
His character is a total asshole.
In the old days journalists were considered noble.
That's not the case anymore.
People treat journalists badly.
To give you an idea of the ordeal
that Hélio Mello experienced this week
it's important to remember that before the Gulf War
if a journalist were captured in combat
he could be hanged.
My father was a journalist.
He was kidnapped during the Gulf War. It's a hell of a story.
In those days the biggest fear for a journalist
was to get kidnapped covering a war abroad.
But now I'm in my own country, a democratic country.
And suddenly I'm the target of attacks.
Hey, I need help. I need help.
I'm a journalist. I really need help right now.
Justice
Not one more. Not one more.
Not one more murder.
They did not die.
They were murdered.
And these authorities are killing them again
by not investigating.
By not doing their job.
Punish the assassins.
How are you doing with your safety and all that?
I haven't had any problems yet.
Did you do that course on "How to Stay Safe In a Conflict Zone"?
No. I haven't taken any courses.
Reuters does them.
And they do it for free.
And I think it'd be good for the kind of work you're doing.
Yeah.
Hi.
Oh, damn.
What's up?
I'm just very tired.
Riot police just showed up over there.
No way.
Do you want me to take you back?
I don't know.
When we were leaving, we saw the sergeant and two more cops on the corner.
So we don't know what's up.
Are your batteries charged?
I'm going inside.
Can you tell me who you are and what you're doing here?
I'm Tabasco.
Coming here was the only option for me to feel safe.
Have you experienced any type of violence?
Yes. A lot.
Twice, when I was on my way home,
I was raped.
It was right in front of a cop, but he didn't do anything.
What do you think when people say that
vandalism, graffiti, fires aren't the right ways to protest?
So what is the right way?
They don't listen when we act peacefully. We know that.
That's why we're this way.
It's time for the world to see
what's happening to the women of Mexico.
Because it's not easy
to live in a country where ten women are killed every day.
Revolution means standing up and resisting.
And only through resistance can we survive.
I have a meeting with some lawyers today.
We're going to file a lawsuit.
We're going to sue the source who lied about me.
And Bolsonaro too.
Ah, the big one.
I think a slander suit against Bolsonaro
would send an important message.
For him to stop.
It will be rough.
He's a coward.
If you stare back, he breaks.
Right.
If you stare back, he breaks.
When I started this process,
I remember the lawyer said,
"I think you better stop doing stories on Bolsonaro."
I said, "What?"
"I won't stop anything."
"That's exactly what they want."
"I'm uncovering things here."
"There are several investigations. Why should I stop?"
She said "It could be dangerous."
I almost said, "I'm changing lawyers."
Because their best advice is to hide under the table.
Crap.
A right-wing website is suing me?
Someone just forwarded me the lawsuit.
It's unbelievable.
This is what they do to people.
It's just to fuck with me.
They're saying
that I reported that they received money
from the government.
Which they did.
Bolsonaro!
Legend!
I think she's still very nervous about the COVID situation.
How are you?
Yeah, I bet you're tired, Olls.
Having people shout at you.
I genuinely don't know how you deal with that and carry on.
Yeah, I know, but
at what cost, you know?
There's a lot of things that the media
doesn't want to show.
Sharpies in Arizona.
Look at that.
They were giving Trump supporters Sharpies.
So it could be invalid.
There's riot police in Donceles and adjacent streets.
So what's the plan?
I don't know, dude.
These ladies don't get scared easily.
I'll pick you up and we'll go together
and make an escape plan.
Oh, yeah, bring your helmet this time.
Attention! Listen up!
We are Latin America's feminist movement.
Down with machismo!
All of Latin America is turning feminist!
Hey you.
Stop.
Block their path.
Why? She's a journalist.
You can't threaten her. We're working.
Leave her alone.
Leave her alone!
She's a journalist!
They have another journalist
from the EFE Agency.
Sáshenka, they have her detained.
They beat us up.
This was the paintball that they shot.
The police grabbed me by the neck
and pushed me against the wall.
Another one pulled my hair and shouted
"Take it easy, dumbass!"
When we went to file a police report...
they showed us pictures of the officers' faces.
I recognized one of them.
But...
but then I got scared.
I don't know. I got scared.
My father's wife...
is Argentinean and fled from the dictatorship there.
Her brother-in-law was killed by the government.
She would ask, "Is your passport OK?"
"Is your passport up to date?"
"You know you might have to leave, right?"
And I was like, "Come on."
She said, "Really, you may have to flee."
So I'm not sure how this whole thing will end, you know?
But people who have a memory of dictatorships
they have a
a danger thermometer much sharper than ours.
You lying fucking cunts are the enemy of the people.
Of this country
All you do is fucking lie and twist shit around.
To fit some fucking corporate fuck narrative.
You worthless piece of shit.
It's a job that pays badly.
It's dangerous.
But it's also a beautiful job.
We are witnesses to history, to what's happening right now.
A single photo you can take can cross a thousand borders
and can even help someone.
Or maybe that same photo
can change someone's mind.
Or touch them, or make them cry, or make them angry.
And that's why I do this.
Yesterday, President Bolsonaro was ordered by a judge
to pay damages of 20,000 reais
to journalist Patrícia Campos Mello of Folha de São Paulo.
The president has the right to an appeal, but he has yet to respond.
I am not the first woman to suffer misogynistic attacks
simply for being a journalist in Brazil.
People think sexist attacks are funny.
I wonder if they would find it funny
if someone said these things about their sister, wife, or daughter?
Journalists should not be the news.
We want to stick to what's important.
Reporting.
Investigating.
Being journalists.
Look.
I love you, mom.