Good evening, family. Today, we'll be talking about
one of Brazil's obsessions: family.
Mostly, other people's. Our most popular TV shows
are about families. From the "Trapp Family",
to "Sai de Baixo", to, of course, "Big Family", which, according to graffiti,
is better than Friends. No doubts here. In fact, "Big Family"
aired its finale in 2014, the year our country went
off the rails. Coincidence? I don't think so. Lineu was a health inspector.
Maybe he was the one who was stopping Brazilians
from eating poop. But I have something
more serious to talk about. Bolsonaro didn't start the trend.
Few people notice, but "Big Family" actually
served as inspiration for him. Specifically in Agostinho Carrara's
campaign to become a congressman. In 2010, he said everything Bolsonaro would start
spewing years later. I hate minorities! Race minorities, religion minorities,
and sexual orientation minorities. Sorry for interrupting
your little speech, Agostinho, but where's Floriano? You said
you'd pick him up at the daycare! I can't even care for my family!
I forgot my son at the daycare! So I ask you:
don't vote for Agostinho Carrara! Don't do that to Brazil.
Don't vote for me! Crook! Crook! Crook! -Yes, I am.
-Crook! Crook! How would an Agostinho,
certainly a Bolsonaro voter, live alongside Lineu,
who's clearly a Ciro Gomes voter, and Nenê, Workers' Party supporter,
Tuco, Socialist Party supporter, Bebel, New Party sympathizer, and Beiçola, Henrique Meirelles's
sole voter, today? Plus Mendonça, who clearly voted
for Cabo Daciolo. Anyway, even "Family Ties", one of the
most successful prime-time telenovelas, that being a time that is prime, is
being reaired in "It's Worth a Rewatch." For those among you who don't
think it's that worth a rewatch, "Family Ties" is the one where Camila,
played by Carolina Dieckmann, shags her mother's boyfriend. Should've called it
"Poncio Family Ties". If you've never heard of the Poncios,
congrats, you have a life. They're like a gospel
royal family with influencer pastors
that impregnate their own in-laws. Yes, they're a mix of the Kardashians
and the Lannisters, a kind of
"Caxias Game of Thrones". It raises lots of questions:
how can Poncio Sr. both be a pastor,
and own a cigarette factory? And not just any cigarette,
but a Gudang factory. Yes, he's a pastor who produces
cigarettes that smell like Satan. And we know that Gudang
is the gateway drug to stronger stuff, like Corote and Loló. Also, how did he manage to amass
a R$ 61 million debt on taxes, and, more importantly, why did Saulo do a facial harmonization
to look like the king from "Shrek"? Brazilians are obsessed
with observing other people's families, which comes all the way
from the royal family. Our independence was born
from a family squabble, and was the only one to be
declared by the king's son. The prince didn't want to come back
from the beach house daddy gave him, a.k.a. Brazil, and told the people
he was staying at Moreré, which is here, where we live. Then eventually he got sick
of Moreré, too many mosquitoes, and left this barely created
country to his 5-year-old son. "Here, it's yours.
Go play with it." But no one's more obsessed with family
than our conservative political class. When congressmen voted
for Rousseff's impeachment, 136 of them justified their vote
in the name of their families. The word "family" showed up
twice as many times as "corruption". For my family,
for my friends... For my family's honor... For my family, my wife,
my children... -For my family...
-For my family... For the family unit and for the
innocence of children in school... For my family... For my daughter, Amanda Dias, for my daughter, Ana Clara, for my wife, Janaína,
for my mother... In the name of my son,
Eder Mauro Jr., 4 years old, and Rogério. We, along with my wife,
form the Brazilian family that these criminals
want to destroy with proposals for children
to change their sexes and learn sex in schools
when they're six... I'd like to correct
a mistake, sir. I didn't mention my son,
Paulo Henrique. Paulo Henrique, this is for you!
Kisses! "Kisses for my daddy, my mommy,
and most of all, for you, Xuxa!" Yeah, they though they were
at Xou da Xuxa. Seriously though,
I like how he said: "I, my wife, and my kids
form the Brazilian family." Such self-centeredness.
"Self-family-centeredness." But that last one
who forgot his own son... He forgot his son!
He sent kisses to his daughters, left, and then came back to fix
the mistake. You might recognize him, he's Marcelo Álvaro Antônio,
current Minister of Tourism. Well, it's must be hard
to remember so many names when "Marcelo Álvaro Antônio"
is three names in one. Too much to remember.
In case you've forgotten about him, he's s being accused
of involvement with the Social Liberal Party's
"laranjal" scheme. I guess they "forgot" to fire him.
He's still there, a minister. Just like he forgot his son. "God, he's still there?"
Yes, he is still on tourism. No one knows why he got there,
or why he's still there. Maybe because he trips balls. But we can't talk about
defenders of family without mentioning Rio's
most voted congresswoman, Pastor Flordelis.
Or "Flordaylis", or "Flourdelis", or "Flordelyse", no one knows. She has 55 children. And yes, with their votes alone, she'd be the most voted congressman
in certain towns. But many believed in her
55 children spiel. In fact, it was on many news reports,
her inspiring tale of the struggle to adopt
so many kids... No one thought it was weird
when she married one of them. Yes, Flordelis pulled a kind
of Caxias Woody Allen. Her kid's "Woody" was "All in".
I'm sorry. The son she married, by the way,
used to date one of her daughters. The police believes that she ordered the death
of her husband, a.k.a. her son, with the help of her
daughter, also in-law, with whom he'd be
having an affair, the daughter being his ex-girlfriend,
stepdaughter, and ex-daughter-in-law. In your face, Manoel Carlos.
In your face, Sophocles. Caxias "reks" Thebes. What all those supposedly
"traditional" families have in common is that they are conservative. Right-wingers monopolize
all discussions on family. They treat this abstraction
as if the Brazilian family was a close friend
that only they knew. Only they know what
the family wants. When they oppose
gay kissing, they argue: "The Brazilian family isn't
ready to see that." How does one "get ready"
to see a kiss? Do they need to start by seeing a gay
handshake, then a gay peck on the cheek, then a gay
almost-in-the-mouth kiss... How do you prep someone
to see a gay kiss? God. But for them, there's this big evil plan
by Globo and the Workers' Party to destroy the family... They always increase
the pitch in "family". "They want to
destroy the family!" "Brazilian Family!"
in a falsetto. Anyway, they say that Globo
and the Workers' Party are in cahoots... I imagine Merval Pereira's
reaction to that. He dedicates his life to hating
the party on national TV daily, and right-wingers are sure Globo
belongs to the party, and vice-versa. Probably makes Merval realize
that no one listens to him. They only hear
"mensalão... PT... corruption... corruption... mensalão..." Right-wingers always
speak for families. 1974's "Marches of Families
with God for Liberty" led to 1964's coup d'etat. For Damares, Malafaia, and Feliciano,
leftists scheme to "destroy the family".
In 2018, Bolsonaro was elected to "defend the family". Soon we discovered he meant his family.
In fact, he has said that he won't allow people
to badmouth his kin. Not with those words,
of course. And then that opportunity arose, seeing
our friendship with the Trump family, -the ambassador is a calling card.
-Do you think you'll achieve that? Yes, I do.
But it's more than that. "But it's his son."
It will be someone's son! Of course I intend
to benefit my children! If I can give them
filet mignon, I will, but this story's
not about filet mignon! I won't wait until people
fuck my family dirty, or my friends, because I can't
replace security crew at the end of the line
of the structure. I will replace! He says he won't "wait until people
fuck his family dirty." Would he be okay with it
if it wasn't dirty? "You can only fuck my family
with respect and love! You gotta call the next day!
You can't fuck them like that! Fuck'em right! Fuck and then
take them to the mall, for sushi. For conservatives,
even when the press shines a light on corruption and nepotism, it's because they
"plan to destroy the family." They think we want to do
to everyone's families what Flordelis did with hers. But they use this whole
"defending the family" spiel because they know it
resonates with Brazilian society. This obsession with family
is very ours. Unlike the US, for instance, where
kids move out after school, usually to another city.
That's it, "bye, son." He'll only see his family
once a year, if that. Mothers, for Americans,
is like Simone. Only shows up
during the holidays to say: "It's Christmas,
what did you do?" But Brazilian mothers
are like Patrícia Travasso. Every day, everywhere,
asking you: "How's your intestine, pumpkin?" Brazilian mothers only go without seeing their sons
once a year, during Carnival. The Brazilian man lives
with his mother until he moves in with the mother of his kids,
who often lives with her mom, and that's when that mom
doesn't move in with his mom, bringing her mom. All so Brazilian men
don't run the risk of having to do dishes. "Family" is an important concept for
Brazilians of all political stances. Our origins, our history,
the traditions of our ancestry, who were our grandparents
and great-grandparents... It all piques our curiosity, and that's
where we look for many things. For white people, like me,
that timeline can be easily traced in registries, with old documents,
specific sites. And we can find every detail
about where the family came from, in what ship they came, you can
visit the family's origins in Europe, learn their customs
and traditions... And that helps in shaping
white people's personalities, who love to blame their ancestors
for their own faults. Lots of "I'm loud because my
grandfather's from Calabria, Italy! I can't lower my voice!" "I like to bargain because
of my Libanese blood!" Ancestors are like
horoscope for rich people. But blaming one's ancestors
is a kind of white privilege, just like walking around without ID,
and working at the Africa agency. But there is a part
of Brazil's population who has no idea where
their ancestors came from. People whose stories were erased,
who don't know their ancestors: the Brazilian black population.
When they came from Africa, enslaved, they'd lose their original names
before they even left the ship. Black people received
a Christian name from whites, and were forbidden from using
their original names. When they were released,
many had to use the surnames of their
ex-masters as proof of loyalty, and they could be re-enslaved
if they picked a different one. The ex-masters could accuse them
of defiance or ingratitude. The word "family"
comes from "famulus", Latim for "slave", "servant". Even so, human trafficking
kept their papers, which could help them seek
their families' backgrounds, but a sickening event
robbed them of that. In December, 1890,
right after the abolition, Minister of Finance Ruy Barbosa
signed an order to immediately destroy all documents
related to slavery. The order said that the Republic
was "obligated to destroy those remains for the honor of the nation,
and as an homage to the duties of brotherhood and solidarity
for the great number of citizens who, thanks to the abolition
of slavery, joined the Brazilian communion." Lots of pretty words
to justify burning documents. It's like when you're a teenager,
clearing your browser's history after watching porn "Clear history..." That's kind of like
what Ruy Barbosa did. Deep down, Ruy was worried
that farmers, who felt hampered, would demand compensation
from the government. It's like setting fire to the tabs
your friend left at the bar. Europeans, as poor as they were, would come to Brazil
with their documents. They had their names registered both
when embarking and leaving the ship. While black people were banished
even from our imagination, excluded from our versions
of the country's history. A silly but pertinent example
is the title sequence of 1981's telenovela
"The Immigrants". Check out how ingrained it is
in our heads who those immigrants were. They came chasing a dream,
in search of a new nation. Di Salvio, the Italian. Pereira, the Portuguese. Hernandéz, the Spanish. The three Antonios
and their fates. Their loves. Their heartbreak. "The Immigrants."
The story of all of us. "All of us".
It's almost like a literal joke. "An Italian, a Portuguese,
and a Spanish walk into a bar to tell the story
of all of us." 'Scuse me? And it aired on Rede Bandeirantes.
That's the joke. But for black people, as historian
Luiz Antonio Simas put so well, Brazil always has been
an enterprise of hatred. Brazil was built upon the biggest
human enslaving scheme of all time. At least 4.8 million people
were yanked from their families, kidnapped, sold, and brought here
to work by force. Those people had children,
and they, too, were forced into that. As were their children. 40% of all enslaved people
taken to the Americas came here, to Brazil. Just the number of African black men
who died in the ships on their way here was three times as many people
enslaved in the US. It was like
a country transplant. In colonial Brazil, there were more enslaved people
taken from Africa than free men. A majority that remains
in the over 50% of black and mixed-race
citizens in modern Brazil. That enterprise of hatred
is ingrained in Brazil's genes. Through DNA tests,
scientists were able to find every person's maternal
and paternal ancestors, and in September,
USP scientists found out that 70% of all Brazilians descend
from black and indigenous women, but that only 15% descend
from black and indigenous men. That's Brazil's violence
ingrained in our DNA. We don't have the genes
of black men because they'd die before
having children. Meanwhile, sexual violence
over black and indigenous women left countless descendants. Almost all of us are
children of those rapes. In the days of slavery, a black person's
life expectancy was 19 years, about the same as a political
administration now. A black person's life was worthless,
and that didn't change when Princess Isabel
abolished slavery in 1888, decades after the rest
of the Americas. Before that, black people
were property of landowners, and were worth their cost, but afterwards, not even that.
The government paid slave owners an indenization for being left
without enslaved humans. It was like a backwards FGTS. They also could hire immigrants
who came to Brazil with a generous aid
by the government, a kind of "Family Grant". But black people got no aid,
no compensation. The abolition could be seen
as "the great eviction". Black people were tossed on the streets,
no job, no home, no future, to die. That's the origin
of Brazil's tradition of being full of people
without housing. It sure would be nice if we had
a candidate for mayor who'd deal with that issue in Latin America's
biggest cities. And Brazil has never tried
to right that wrong. It tried to hide it,
but never right it. That's clearly seen
in the Republic's anthem. We do not even believe
that slaves Had once existed
in such a noble country Today, the crimson glow
of the aurora Sees brethren,
not hostile tyrants "We do not even
believe that slaves had once existed
in our country"! We don't even believe we had slaves!
This anthem was written in 1890, two years after the abolition. And it
doesn't even believe we had slaves? Here? Guess the guy who wrote that
had short-term memory loss. My dream is being able
to sing that in two years. "We don't even believe
that Jair was a thing!" "Everybody voted for Amoedo, but the fraudulent
machine erased it!" Well, what has been happening since that eviction? Well, thanks to that tradition,
that project, that enterprise of hatred,
black people die. Not only due to homicide,
but also to negligence. Today, the main cause of death
for young Brazilians is homicide,
and almost all victims are black. The unbalance is insane,
to the point that the black population is three times
more likely to be murdered than whites. And that has only been
getting worse. Sometimes we hear: "Politicians celebrate the reduction
in homicide rates in Brazil", mainly last year, but while
the homicide rate for non-blacks has dropped 13%,
the rate for blacks has increased 11.5%. Most of those deaths
were of men, but black women are also
being increasingly more killed. Violence on black people in Brazil
affects all members of the family. Black babies die more, since that population has the
highest rates of child mortality. Black children are also more likely
to be victims of sexual abuse. In childhood, blacks are the
majority of gun violence victims. And black adults also have the worst levels
of medical assistance. The black population
has, in general, less access to healthcare,
worse living conditions, worse housing,
and less access to basic sanitation. Thanks to all of that,
they're also more likely to have hypertension
and diabetes, which are some of the most
lethal diseases in Brazil. To make matters worse,
the Ministry of Health has admitted that there is racism in SUS, resulting in incomplete exams
and diagnoses, refusal to touch patients,
and even disdain in ERs. But the most devastating
facet of that tragedy are black men who die
leaving behind children without a father. In Brazil, we have over
11 million single-parent families, 90% of them being
headed by women. 68% of them are black.
According to a study, over half of the Brazilian
population agrees that the death of a young black man
isn't as shocking as a white one's. The deaths of black young men,
systematically in ghettos, does not shock as much as it should.
Those homicides. It is estimated that, out of all
young men who died in recent years, 77% were black. The simple fact that mass
incarceration hits black people, young and old,
does not startle people. The simple fact that when black
people go to certain places, that startles people,
also goes to show how much we've normalized the
absence of black people in those places. That was jurist Silvio Almeida, the man I wished was
our president. And if you say: "he doesn't want to",
I can prove he does. Recently, he said: "I do not want to be
the President of Brazil". Only those who want to be
say that, right? So, we must admit
that conservatives are right: indeed, there is an effort
to destroy the family. More specifically,
black families. Because the Bolsonaro
family is fine, as are the Poncios,
getting face lifts and selling Gudang. The family of Marcelo Álvaro Antônio
Marcelo, lost count of his names, still lives on his tourist
Minister of Tourism salary. While people forget to fire him,
he's there, and so is his family. The attacks
on black families happen firstly by erasing their history,
secondly by killing black men. Our entire country was built on the protection of white
European families and the shredding of black families.
The result of that is very telling of Brazil
and our culture: the poorest and most neglected,
the black population, ended up expanding the notion
of family to the collective. In adversity, those close to you
have to become your family. All of your network
becomes your family. Every social contact
becomes your family. No wonder "affluent neighborhoods"
are "neighborhoods", while ghettos and favelas
are known as "communities". It's unthinkable to say
one lives in the Itaim "community". If people don't even talk
in elevators, it's not a community. That sense of expanded family
defined our greatest cultural product. Samba was born from songs
that were played in Aunt Ciata's house.
She was an "aunt" to all who'd go there. As were many black women
who sheltered entire communities in their yards. The mother of Donga, who composed
the first samba, was an "aunt". Which must've been
confusing to Donga, whose brother could be a cousin. Maybe
that's where "cousin-brother" came from. Aunt Ciata ended up becoming
the "aunt" of all Brazilians, as samba is Brazil's
popular music per excellence, it defines our culture
both here and abroad. Samba is a diasporic music
of this big black family who was lost
around the world. This big family that'd meet
to sing their woes, to reminisce, to move their bodies
to the rhythm of the drums. "A very close-knit family, but also
very tetchy", as the song goes. That big and musical black family
would gather here, in Rio, right next to where Africans
would come out of slave ships to be sold as slaves.
A place known today as "Little Africa", at Rio's port region. That was the biggest landing point
in the history of slavery. Right after slavery
was abolished, and black people gained the right
to sell their workforce, it was there that arose
one of the most important networks of solidarity and support
for that huge population. Those gatherings would happen
mainly in a place called "Pedra do Sal", full name
"Quilombo Pedra do Sal". It was a space of social
and cultural resistance, and remains a reference
in the history of Brazil and samba. There, in Little Africa, free black men formed
a social and cultural scene that soon was criminalized. For starters, samba circles
were banned. Joano Baiano,
one of the first sambistas, was arrested at Festa da Penha
for having a tambourine. Maybe it was tambourine
issued only to the Armed Forces. But when mayor Pereira Passos
promised to "clear the city" of things that showed
poverty, disease, and decadence, the samba scene was banished
from the waterfront and moved to the Estácio area, which became a new center
of cultural resistance. The very first
samba school parades happened in a different place,
right next to Pedra do Sal: Presidente Vargas Avenue. Yes, after samba began in the port
area after being born at Aunt Ciata's, it gave its first steps at
Presidente Vargas and went to school. Presidente Vargas Avenue starts
at the Candelária Church, which became famous
for a killing spree, and 1.8 miles away
it meets Brazil Avenue, namesake of the telenovela. At Presidente Vargas are big company
headquarters, Rio's government's, and Brazil's Central Station,
namesake of the movie. Samba is the child
of this diasporic family that kept on being chased,
having to move so many times, and in many ways,
samba, Pedra do Sal, Brazil's most authentic
cultural product, represent the search for a collective
notion of family. But it wasn't for its culture
that the Brazilian black population expanded its idea of family
to communities, but also through the notion
of responsibility going beyond family. "Mutual responsibility". Perhaps
the best definition for "family". Though we often
get it confused with "guilt". They're different. "Responsibility"
is a feeling tied to the present, to what can be done now, while "guilt" is tied to the past,
to what has already happened and can't be changed. "Responsibility" is closer
to the idea of "making amends", while "guilt" is closer
to "vengeance". Psychoanalyst Cristian Dunker
explained that guilt conserves,
while responsibility transforms. Guilt is conservative,
as it doesn't demand repurposing, while responsibility comes
from the notion of responding. While guilt individualizes, responsibility
leads us to respond. It refers to a collective work. Which is why we can't not talk
about the responsibility that all of us,
all our society, has, over the tearing of another
black Brazilian family. Which leads us to the hardest
season finale we could have in 2020. Last week's Monday night, while returning from a samba
party at Pedra do Sal, Greg News's assistant director,
Cadu Barcellos, was murdered in Rio de Janeiro. Cadu wasn't just
our assistant director, but also a teacher, dancer, producer, cultural activist,
writer, and filmmaker. And not just any filmmaker:
one of his films, "Let It Fly", a segment of "5x Favela",
was screened at the Cannes Festival back in 2010,
when he was only 24. When the film was screened at Cannes,
he got a standing ovation. Cadu was an artist, like he liked saying himself. Today, I'm becoming a filmmaker.
I'm an artist. I can raise that flag.
I can make a movie about the sea. Or about Copacabana,
or butterflies... I can make films. I'm an artist. One of the many sad things
about his death is that we'll never get to see
his movie about butterflies. Or about Copacabana. Cadu's death was shocking to many.
First, because he was a great talent well-known for his work, and thanks to that,
he didn't become a mere statistic, but made the news. But it wasn't in the news
that his death shocked us most, but with a crowd of Cadu's
friends, neighbors, activists, teachers,
and students. People who saw in him
a person who made it his mission to make of this huge network a family. A person who embodied
responsibility to the collective, and who invited us
to think like him. Are we screaming alone? There's a guy at Baixada
making movies, another at Maré, another at Rocinha... What if those energies
joined forces? I guess we could
compare it to rallies. Some dude kills a person
at Pavuna, a girl at Vila Kennedy,
so on, so forth... And Cadu screams in Maré
for who died in Maré, the Pavuna guy
screams for who died there... And those forces don't unite. They're united under
the same pain, but don't walk together
for the same change. Losing a guy like him is a tragedy
that goes way beyond Cadu. It's a very Brazilian tragedy. And it may sound common,
but should never be seen as trivial. Because what Cadu represented... Or rather, what he did, was giving continuity to the best
thing in this country's history: establishing "Brazilianness" as a way of tackling
everything wrong about Brazil. Cadu embodied that. Resisting through
personal cultural expression, and recognizing that, in a country that is defined by violence
and omission of personal blame, the only way out is
extending one's own idea of family to outside one's own home,
or neighborhood, or city. Despite Brazil, we, Brazilians, are tied by social, historical,
and racial ties that are much more important
than our traumas. Because Cadu was way more
than just his work. He was a black man
from Complexo da Maré, a very proud first-time father
to Bernardo, who would sometimes be
at our Zoom meetings on Cadu's lap. And that fatherhood
was so important to him, because he really cherished
the notion of family. Not only the family composed
by his stepfather, William, his mother, Neilde,
his sister, Letícia, his son, Bernardo,
and his partner, Gabi, but also by the so,
so many people he knew and chose
to be his family. And Cadu was very generous
when electing that adoptive family. He had such an ease
to care about others. His community friends, his fighting
companions, his colleagues... Every time he contacted us, be it
through e-mail or video conference, Cadu began the conversation
with a catchphrase: "Good evening, family." Cadu died on his way back
from Pedra do Sal. The last place he was
before dying was the birthplace of samba. On his way back he took a ride, was
dropped at Presidente Vargas Avenue, and there he would take a bus
to go home, at Zona Oeste. During this pandemic, the avenue
is completely abandoned. No security, no lighting, no public
initiative caring for the region. But despite it being
even more dangerous at night, it's where a good chunk
of Rio's population, those who live far from downtown,
have to wait for transportation, like Cadu was doing. Right now, we don't know
what really happened. The police is investigating. We don't know who was
responsible for his death. We do know that he
was killed by a person. As it was an individual,
he is to blame for it, and Brazil has, historically,
used that individualized blame to try to explain
its endless acts of violence. But the circumstances of this crime -
Presidente Vargas, Pedra do Sal, even the corner he was killed, the lack of immediate help,
and the repulsive answers given by many to the news... It all goes way beyond
the individual. It's a historical social construct
that for centuries has been defined by the search for individual
guilty parties, but never by responsibility. Whenever we talk about
historical remedying for centuries of slavery, deaths,
and neglect over the black population, someone is there to say:
"But I'm not to blame. I had no slaves." Indeed, but everyone is responsible. Like Cadu's death
had "only one" guilty party, but an entire country
of responsible parties. And affirming collective
responsibility was what Cadu, and the entirety
of Brazil's history of resistance, has to teach us. Teach us that "family" isn't
that limited, sole nucleus. "Family"
isn't defined just by love, much less genetics. "Family" is, above all else,
a network of commitment. A relationship
of responsibility, one that is deep and mutual. And the only way we can
save Brazil from itself is by stopping defending
such a reduced, fragmented, coward,
and reactionary notion of family, and starting to see
the country as a big family. During this season, the only ones who
watched this show live were my family. For this last episode,
this Black Awareness Day, we wanted to open the filming
to an audience, for the first time. And to the families of this family,
which became our show. And to Cadu's family. And to some of the friends
he also considered family. Today, we'd like
to dedicate this show to all of the families
that are watching us. Be them comprised
of one, two, or ten people, be them adopted or biological,
be the fathers gay, be the mothers lesbians,
be they married or divorced, or be they solo,
single parents, two parents, three parents,
if stepfathers are fathers, if grandmothers are mothers,
if mothers are aunts, if aunts are grandmothers,
be the children kids or pets. The Brazilian family
will save Brazil. A family like Cadu's. Big and beautiful like his. This has been 2020's
final Greg News. Good night, family. Love you, and all of you.
Thank you so much. Cadu is a titan! He lives!
