No More Angel Babies on the Alto Do Cruzeiro by Nancy Scheper-hughes Summary

BRAZIL: No More than Affections Babies on the Alto

It was almost 50 years ago that I first walked to the peak of the Alto exercise Cruzeiro in Timbauba, a sugar-belt town in Pernambuco, Brazil. I was looking for the small mud hut nestled in a cliff where I was to live. Information technology was December 1964, iv months subsequently the insurrection that toppled the left-leaning President João Goulart.

That twenty-four hours in December 1964 marked the beginning of my life'due south piece of work. Since then, I've experienced something between an obsession, a trauma, and a romance with the shantytown. Residents had thrown together huts fabricated of straw, mud, and sticks, and lacking that, lean-tos fabricated of tin can, cardboard, and scrap materials. They threw together families in the same bowdlerized manner, taking whatever was at hand and making practice. Lacking husbands, weekend play fathers did nicely, as long as they brought abode the current babe's powdered milk, if not the salary. Households were temporary, and babies and fathers circulated amongst them.

In a hillside shantytown without water, electricity, or sanitation and facing food scarcity, epidemics, and police force violence, premature death was an everyday occurrence. My assignment was to immunize children, educate midwives, attend births, treat infections, bind upwards festering wounds, and visit mothers and newborns at abode to monitor their health and refer them as needed to the district health mail or to the emergency room of the individual hospital — endemic by the mayor'southward brother — where clemency cases were sometimes attended, depending on the country of local patron-client relations.

I spent several months cycling through the miserable huts on the Alto with a public health medical kit strapped on my shoulder. Its contents were pathetic: a bar of lather, scissors, antiseptics, aspirin, bandages, a glass syringe, some ampoules of vaccine, several needles, and a pumice rock to acuminate them. Those needles were used over and once again for immunizations. Children ran away when they saw me coming, and well they might.

Simply what haunted me then, in addition to my own incompetence, was something I did not accept the skill or maturity to sympathise: Why didn't the women of the Alto grieve the deaths of their babies? Why did people, who I knew to have a richly endowed emotional life, not grieve their expressionless babies? I tucked that question abroad. But as Winnicott, the British kid psychoanalyst liked to say, "Zip is ever really forgotten." If I had not been traumatized past the seeming indifference of Alto mothers toward some of their infants, I would never have returned, years subsequently, to study the miracle.

Sixteen years elapsed before I was able to return to the Alto practice Cruzeiro, this time as a medical anthropologist. It was in 1982 — during the period known equally the abertura, the kickoff of the end of the armed forces dictatorship — that I made the offset of the four trips that formed the basis for my 1992 volume Death Without Weeping. My goal was to study women'south lives, specifically mother love and kid death under conditions and so dire that the Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano once described the region as a concentration army camp for more than 40 million people. It was not a gross exaggeration. Decades of nutritional studies of sugar-pikestaff cutters and their families in Pernambuco showed hard evidence of slow starvation and stunting. These nutritional dwarfs were surviving on a daily caloric intake similar to that of the inmates of the Buchenwald death military camp. Life on the Alto resembled prison house camp civilisation, with a moral ethic based on triage and survival.

If female parent honey is the cultural expression of what many attachment theorists believe to be a bio-evolutionary script, what could this script mean to women living in these weather? In my sample of 3 generations of mothers in the carbohydrate plantation zone of Pernambuco, the average woman had nine.v pregnancies, 8 births, and 3.5 infant deaths. This was a classic pre-demographic transition pattern, i in which high fertility was driven past untamed infant and child bloodshed. The loftier expectancy of loss and the normalization of babe death was a powerful shaper of maternal attachments.

Mothers and infants could also exist rivals for scarce resources. Alto mothers renounced breastfeeding equally impossible, equally sapping far also much forcefulness from their own "wrecked" bodies. I was in one case scolded by an Alto neighbor, "Why grieve the death of infants who barely landed in this world, who were non even conscious of their beingness? Weep for us, Nanci, for their mothers, who are condemned to live in social club to intendance for those who do survive."

Scarcity made mother love a frail emotion, postponed until the newborn displayed a will to live, a sense of taste (gusto), and a knack (jeito) for life. A high expectancy of death prepared mothers to "let go" of and to hasten the decease of de-selected babies by reducing the already insufficient nutrient, h2o, and care. The affections-babies of the Alto were neither of this world nor yet fully spirits. In appearance they were ghost-like: pale and wispy haired; their arms and legs stripped of flesh; their bellies grossly distended; their eyes blank and staring; their faces wizened, a cross betwixt startled primate and wise old sorcerer. They were kept at arm's length by their mothers.

The experience of also much loss, likewise much decease, led to a kind of patient resignation that some clinical psychologists might label an "accommodation syndrome" or the symptoms of a "masked depression." But the mothers' resignation was neither pathological nor abnormal. Moreover, it was a moral code. Not just had a continual exposure to trauma obliterated rage and protestation, information technology also minimized attachment then as to diminish sorrow.

Infant death was so commonplace that I recollect a birthday party for a four-year-old in which the birthday cake, busy with candles, was placed on the kitchen table adjacent to the tiny blue cardboard coffin of the child's nine-month-erstwhile sibling, who had died during the night. Next to the coffin a unmarried acuity candle was lit. Despite the tragedy, the child'south mother wanted to go alee with the party. "Parabéns para você," we sang, clapping our easily. "Congratulations, good for you!" the Brazilian birthday song goes. And in the Alto information technology had special resonance: "Y'all survivor you — y'all lived to run into some other year!"

When Alto mothers cried, they cried for themselves, for those left behind to proceed the struggle. But they cried the hardest for their children who had almost died only who surprised everyone past surviving against the odds. Wiping a stray tear from her eye, an Alto female parent would speak with deep emotion of the kid who, given up for dead, of a sudden beat out decease back, displaying a fierce desire for life. These tough and stubborn children were loved to a higher place all others.

Staying live in the shantytown demanded a kind of egoism that often pits individuals against each other and rewards those who take advantage of those weaker than themselves. People admired toughness and strength; they took pride in babies or adults who were cunning and foxy. The toddler that was wild and fierce was preferred to the tranquility and obedient child. Men and women with seductive amuse, who could manipulate those around them, were amend off than those who were kind. Poverty doesn't ennoble people, and I came to appreciate what it took to stay live.

It was never my intention to cast blame on shantytown mothers for putting their ain survival above that of their infants. These were moral choices that no person should be forced to brand. Only the event was that infants were viewed every bit limitless, a supply of souls that could be constantly re-circulated. At that place was a kind of magical replaceability nearly them, similar to what ane might find on a battleground. As one soldier falls, some other takes his place. This kind of detached maternal thinking immune the die-outs of shantytown babies — in some years, equally many as 40 percent of all the infants born in the Alto exercise Cruzeiro died — to pass without shock or profound grief. "Well, it'due south just a baby," Alto women would say. Here we reach the most deeply protected of all public secrets — the violence of everyday life.

A woman who had lost half her babies told me, "Who could bear it, Nanci, if we are mistaken in believing that God takes our infants to save us from pain? If that is not truthful, and so God is a cannibal. And if our petty angels are not in sky flying effectually the throne of Our Lady, then where are they, and who is to blame for their deaths?"

If mothers allowed themselves to exist attached to each newborn, how could they ever endure their babies' short lives and deaths and still accept the stamina to become pregnant and requite nascence again and again? And they were conscious of this. It wasn't that Alto mothers did not experience mother love at all. They did and with neat intensity. Mother love emerged as their children adult strength and vitality. The apex of mother love was not the prototype of Mary and her baby son, but a mature Mary, grieving the death of her immature adult son. The Pietà, not the young mother at the crèche, was the symbol of motherhood and mother love on the Alto practice Cruzeiro.

In 2001, I was invited to return to Timbauba to help a new judge and a tough-minded prosecutor identify the more than 100 victims of the death squad I wrote about in Death Without Weeping. In the interim, the extermination group, the Guardian Angels, had infiltrated the town quango, the mayor's part, and the justice organisation. Several members of the group had been arrested and were undergoing trial while my husband and I worked with local activists to track down the victims whose relatives had non come frontward. Many came from the Alto exercise Cruzeiro.

During the trip, I played a cat-and-mouse game with the manager of the public records office. I was trying to get together a body count of suspicious homicides that could maybe exist linked to the death squad, focusing on the tearing deaths of street kids and young black men. Since members of the death squad were yet at large, I did not want to make public what I was doing. At get-go, I implied that I was dorsum to count infant and child deaths, as I had so many years before

Finally, I admitted that I was looking into youth homicides. The manager nodded her head, "Sim, triste. But," she asked with a shy smile, "haven't you noticed the changes in infant and kid deaths?" In one case I began to scan the record books, I was wearing a smile, too. Could information technology be true? Four?

A single afternoon going over infant and toddler decease certificates in the registry office was enough to document that something radical had taken identify: a revolution in kid survival had begun in the 1990s. Past 2001, the records showed a completed birth rate of 3.2 children per adult female, and a mortality rate of 35 per 1,000 births — a drop from 110 per 1,000 in the 1960s. Subsequent field trips in 2006 and 2008 showed even farther reductions. The 2009 data from the Brazilian Institute of Geography and Statistics recorded 25.two per i,000 child deaths for Timbauba.

This could non have happened without a radical transformation of the mothers. Timbauba had experienced what population experts call the demographic or epidemiologic transition. Births and infant deaths had declined so precipitously that information technology looked similar a reproductive workers strike. The numbers — though incomplete — were startling. Rather than the 300+ infant-kid mortalities of the mid-to-tardily 1960s and the 200+ mortalities of the early 1980s, by the late 1990s there were only 38 childhood deaths recorded. And each had a medical cause of death — none was listed as cause unknown or simply: centre stopped, respiration stopped, third-degree malnutrition, or the mythopoetic: "acute infantile suffering."

Though working on other topics, I interviewed several immature women attending a pregnancy class at a newly constructed, government-run clinic. The women I spoke with — some kickoff-time mothers, others expecting a second or third child — were confident in their ability to requite birth to a healthy baby. No ane I spoke to expected to have, except by accident, more than ii children. A pair — that was the goal. Today, young women of the Alto can expect to give birth to iii or fewer infants and to see all of them live at least into adolescence. The old stance of maternal watchful waiting accompanied past de-choice of infants viewed equally having no "talent" for life had been replaced by a maternal ethos of "belongings on" to infants seen as likely to survive. There was nonetheless a preference for daughter babies. Boys, women feared, could disappoint their mothers — they could impale or be killed as adolescents and immature men. The Alto was still a unsafe place, and gangs, drugs, and the death squads were yet in operation. But women in the country-run dispensary spoke of having command over their reproductive lives in ways that I could not have imagined.

What was happening in Timbauba was part of a national tendency in Brazil. Since the 1960s, birth rates and child death rates have plummeted. Over the past decade alone, Brazil's fertility rate has decreased from 2.36 to 1.9 children per family — a number that is beneath the replacement rate and lower than the Us.

Unlike in China or Bharat, this revolution occurred without state coercion. Information technology was a voluntary transition, long in the making. I recollect writing a footnote in Death Without Weeping about the most common requests that people made — could I perhaps aid them obtain imitation teeth, a pair of eyeglasses, a improve antibiotic for a ill child. But most oftentimes I was asked — begged — to help women of the Alto arrange a hole-and-corner sterilization. In Northeast Brazil, sterilization was e'er preferable to oral contraceptives, IUDs, and condoms. Reproductive freedom meant having the children you wanted and then "closing down the manufacturing plant." "A fábrica é fechada!" A woman would boastfully explain, patting her abdomen. Until recently, this was the privilege of the upper-middle classes and the wealthy. Today, tubal ligations can be openly discussed and arranged, often when anticipating a birth by caesarian section.

Many factors came together to produce this reproductive transition. In Brazil, the reproductive revolution is linked to democracy and the coming into political ability of President Fernando Henrique Cardoso (1995-2003), aided by his formidable wife, the anthropologist and women's advocate, Ruth Cardoso. It was continued past Lula da Silva and, since 2011, past his successor, Dilma Rousseff. President Cardoso fortified the national health-care organization with a program of local "health agents" — barefoot doctors who today visit at-risk households, identifying crises, diagnosing common symptoms, and intervening to rescue vulnerable infants and toddlers from premature death.

President Lula'south Zero Hunger campaign, though much criticized in the popular media equally a kind of political publicity stunt, in fact has supplied bones foodstuffs to the most vulnerable households. The policy of dispensing monthly stipends to poor and single mothers for keeping their children in school has turned elementary school pupils into valuable household "workers," and literacy has increased for both the children and their mothers, who often study at home aslope their children. Women's literacy is the best predictor of lowered birth rates and reduced infant mortality.

Another primary crusade of the pass up in infant mortality in the shantytowns of Northeast Brazil, still, was the upshot of a uncomplicated municipal public health program: the installation of h2o pipes reaching nearly all the homes with sufficient clean water. Water = life! It is amazing to observe how culture, beliefs, maternal sentiments, and infant- and child-care practices are transformed — even revolutionized — post-obit basic changes in the material weather, and therefore the possibilities, of everyday life.

What about the role of the Cosmic Church? The bibelot is that, in a nation where the Catholic Church predominates in the public sphere and abortion is all the same illegal except in the example of rape or to save a female parent'southward life, family size has dropped so sharply over the last two decades that the fertility rate graph resembles a playground slide. What is going on? For one, Brazilian Catholics are independent, much like U.S. Catholics, and they have been going their own way for many years when information technology comes to women's wellness and reproductive culture. Others have merely left the Church and joined evangelical churches, some of whom compete with the Catholic Church by announcing their openness to the reproductive rights of women and men. Today, only threescore percentage of Brazilians identify equally Roman Catholic.

And the Brazilian Catholic Church is itself deeply divided. In 2009, the Archbishop of Recife demanded the excommunication of the doctors and parents of a 9-year-old daughter who had an abortion. She had been raped by her stepfather and was carrying twins. The girl'south tiny stature and narrow hips put her life in jeopardy. Later comparing the abortion to the Holocaust, Archbishop Cardoso Sobrinho told the media that the Vatican rejects believers who pick and cull their moral problems. The Vatican approved — and then revoked — the excommunication of the surgeons, but the damage was done. The outcome was an immediate decline in church building omnipresence throughout the diocese.

On the other hand, the teachings of liberation theology, while condemned past the late Pope John Paul II, helped dislodge a baroque folk Catholicism that saw God and the saints as "authorizing" and "approving" the deaths of angel-babies. During one fieldtrip to Timbauba, I was asked by Padre Orlando — who refused to keep the quaint custom of approving the bodies of dead infants every bit they were carried to the municipal graveyard — to give an orientation on family planning to poor women in the Church Hall. When I asked what form of contraception I could teach, the proficient priest replied, "I'1000 a chaste priest, how should I know? Teach it all, everything you know." When I reminded him that only the very unpredictable rhythm method was canonical by the Vatican, he replied, "Simply teach it all, everything you lot know, and so say, but the Pope merely approves the not-and then-safe rhythm method."

There is no doubt that when poor women began to think of themselves as capable of deciding how many pregnancies they would take, their sentiments about pregnancy, birth, and infant-tending were radically transformed. Hope and optimism replaced a sense of fate and resignation before God's will. With hope in their hearts, they can now depend on their infants to be few and salubrious, and maternal zipper and affections can exist released at birth rather than after a twelvemonth or more of altitude and apprehensive waiting.

There are yet many problems faced past the people of the Alto exercise Cruzeiro. Drugs and gangs leave their ugly mark on the community aslope the old diseases that heighten their heads from time to time: schistosomiasis, chagas, and fifty-fifty cholera. Death squads have grown and spread; by the get-go decade of 2000, the extermination groups and their striking men (and women) had go, for all practical purposes, the shadow authorities of the municipality — its legal, executive, and judicial branches combined. These new features of anti-social life accept away some of the pleasure from the gains in infant and kid health, as one sees adolescents and immature men of the shantytowns, who survived that dangerous first twelvemonth of life, cutting down by bullets and knives at the age of 15 or 17 past local gangs, strongmen, bandidos, and local police in nigh equal measure.

But the lesser line is that women on the Alto today practise not lose their infants. Children go to school rather than to the cane fields, and social cooperatives accept taken the place of shadow economies. When mothers are sick or pregnant or a kid is ill, they tin can go to the well-appointed health clinic supported by both state and national funds. There is a safety internet, and it is wide, deep, and strong.

Nancy Scheper-Hughes is Chancellor's Professor of Anthropology at UC Berkeley and the co-founder and director of Organs Watch. She spoke for CLAS on Feb 25, 2013.

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