Amazon Guardian Paulo Guajajara was my pal; 5 years after his killing I need justice

Amazon Guardian Paulo Guajajara was my pal; 5 years after his killing I need justice


Paulo Paulino Guajajara, Amazon Guardian, killed by invaders in 2019 © Sarah Shenker/Survival Worldwide

Paulo Paulino Guajajara seems to be down and off to at least one facet, the Amazon forest lush and dense behind him.

His voice thickens; he clears his throat. “My mom, she’s unwell. She advised me to cease doing this work,” he says, and presses the heel of his hand in opposition to his eye to cease a tear.

He seems to be into the digicam, “I advised her I’m not scared, that she ought to let me battle. As a result of I’ve a son. And he’ll want the forest.”

Paulo, an Indigenous Amazon Guardian, was shot lifeless 5 years in the past at this time (1 November 2019) within the forest he beloved – the Arariboia Indigenous Territory, within the Amazon’s north-east. 

I used to be on the opposite facet of the digicam when he spoke of his mom’s fears. He wished the world to know his individuals, his land, had been underneath menace. He knew unlawful loggers had been paying gunmen to kill Guardians like him, however he continued to trace them, leaving his toddler son, spouse, and his mom at residence.

The Guardians are Guajajara individuals who shield Indigenous land. They confront unlawful loggers, power them to depart, then destroy their camps. They do it to guard their households and for the Awá individuals, their neighbours who share the territory and a few of whom shun all outdoors contact. Paulo admired the Awá. They’re utterly independent of their forest, however can not survive with out it. 

Paulo and I met in 2017 after we recorded his video. In 2019 I went on a Guardian  patrol as a researcher with Survival Worldwide, the worldwide motion for Indigenous and tribal peoples’ rights. It was on that journey, deep within the rainforest, that Paulo and I grew to become mates – and he requested me to name him by his Guardian identify, Lobo (‘Wolf’ in English). The group assigns a reputation that displays a Guardian’s persona and his place. It binds them collectively, protects their anonymity.

The Guardians gathered in a clearing to arrange for our patrol. They introduced a number of motorbikes and a quad bike. About 15 males chatted casually as they honed their machetes, checked bike chains and calculated how a lot petrol to take. They wrapped and stowed an enormous piece of meat – meals for the journey. One man drew a map within the earth with a stick and pointed to the unlawful logging camp – the article of our patrol. Nicely-worn bulletproof vests had been distributed, then we obtained on the bikes and headed into the forest.

Lobo was quiet and centered, pitching in with a straightforward smile. He insisted I journey with him and his cousin on the extra snug quad bike. As we rode grime trails into the thickening forest, he taught me phrases in Tenetehar, his Indigenous language. He pointed and mentioned, ‘foot’, ‘hand’, ‘elbow’. I repeated, labored to get my mouth across the unfamiliar syllables. Later, I proudly spoke the phrases he’d taught me, and the Guardians guffawed. I used to be saying, ‘blue foot’, ‘fats elbow’, ‘laughing hand’. Lobo simply grinned.

Paulo Paulino “Lobo Mau” Guajajara, Amazon Guardian, on an expedition to fight unlawful logging in his forest © Sarah Shenker/Survival Worldwide

We gathered round a fireplace that night time, stored small to stop detection. The meat was cooked, and Lobo supplied it to me on a skewer. He drew his machete, elegantly ran it down the meat’s edge, and urged me to tug away a skinny, sinewy slice. It was a welcome deal with, dipped in crunchy cassava farinha.

Lobo admired a woolly hat I’d introduced from London, so I gave it to him. He lower eye holes and wore it pulled down over his face to maintain his identification secret and shield him from the employed assassins. The group unfold out and settled on the chilly forest flooring, wrapped in darkness and sound – the excitement of cicadas and trills of crickets, descants over the rumbling bass line of amorous bullfrogs.

The subsequent day we travelled on foot. The Guardians inspected each snapped twig – proof loggers had been close by. They examined tire tracks, noting their age and  course of journey. Rigidity rose as we obtained nearer. We handed a pile of stacked logs and arrived on the camp – an oval-shaped clearing the place blue and black tarps sheltered cooking and seating areas.

However the loggers had fled. We ate their breakfast – eggs and a pot of pumpkin they’d left cooking on their fireplace.  And after we found a barrel of contemporary water, Lobo insisted that I be the primary to wash.

He was offended although, disgusted on the loggers’ intrusion, the theft of timber, the destruction of the forest. And he was pissed off they’d escaped. “I need to burn and destroy this camp,” Lobo mentioned, holding his lighter to a tarpaulin’s edge. “We don’t need something of theirs in our territory.”

Lobo was out looking when he was ambushed – shot and killed. Beside him, his pal and fellow Guardian Tainaky Tenetehar was additionally hit. The impression bent Tainaky over in ache. Straining with each a part of his physique, he straightened up and ran as blood poured from his proper shoulder. Lobo lay lifeless on the forest flooring, nonetheless carrying the hat that might not shield him.

Lobo was the sixth Guardian killed by loggers within the Arariboia forest. Information of his loss of life went around the world. Regardless of that, not one of the killers have been caught or tried. And on this fifth anniversary of his killing, all the pieces Lobo sought to guard is in larger peril – notably the uncontacted Awá. They’re amongst greater than 150 uncontacted Indigenous peoples around the globe – probably the most self-sufficient and most weak peoples on the planet. Survival Worldwide is preventing to cease miners, loggers, ranchers, different extractive industries and criminals stealing their territory and assets. The loggers are nonetheless there, whereas the Brazilian authorities fails the Awá by not upholding its personal and worldwide legal guidelines which require their land be protected for his or her unique use.  

Once I consider Lobo, I bear in mind his simple snort, the grin that unfold slowly throughout his face. He at all times carried a pen drive loaded along with his tunes. That smile grew ever wider when his favorite got here on: Cyndi Lauper’s “Ladies Simply Wish to Have Enjoyable”. He would shut his eyes and hum alongside.  

Lobo as soon as mentioned, “Even when they kill me, I gained’t cease preventing.”

His battle continues; for there’s a little boy rising up with out his marvellous father. And he nonetheless wants the forest. 

 

Sarah Shenker is a senior researcher and advocacy officer with Survival Worldwide which fights alongside Indigenous individuals for his or her lands and human rights. Survival helps the work of the Guardians and has campaigned for the Awá’s rights because the Nineteen Seventies. 

Doug

Doug

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *