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The Ties that Bind me to Thee.

Hello friends, this is my first ever fanfic! I was so graciously pushed into writing it by @finniestoncrane! Who has graciously listened to me rant and rave about the Riddler and my idea to give him a sister!

There were many sounds that Edward hated with his entire heart and soul. One of them being the sniveling cries of the corrupt pigs he had brought to Justice as they begged for his mercy. Another was the metallic sound of sliverwear scraping a plate. Finally, at the top of his list would be a recent addition; the groans combined with the various inaudible whines Eleanor was currently making as she sat across from him in the visitation cell.

“Whyyyyy Eddieeeee?? Whyyyyyy” she bemoaned smudging her already destroyed eye makeup into a look that more resembled a raccoon. “Why would you flood the city, what the FUCK is wrong with you?” Edward broke out of his musings to look back up at his sister. He noted she had clearly defined tear tracks and a dribble of snot running from her near identical nose.

He slowly blinked and finally responded: “I was cleaning up Gotham, shining a light on the lies and corruption that came with Renewal he said oddly calm. I thought you understood what I was doing.” Rolling his eyes and letting out a frustrated huff as he finished. “I did it for us, for the other souls and victims lost to the deception and filth of this CESSP- Eleanor slammed her manicured hand on the glass that separated her from Edward with enough force to rattle the pane momentarily, startling him out of his ravings.

“DO you know how many times you have delivered this SAME dumb rant to me?” She fumed as rage colored her rounded cheeks a deep shade of pink and she set him with a harsh glare.

“Five times” Edward said with a sneer. He wanted to push her buttons now, if she couldn’t see what he was doing was right then he wasn’t going to play along with her. “That’s my highest guess” he smirked.

“I FUCKING WISH IT WAS FIVE” she bellowed more tears spilling from her deep green eyes. He giggled, she glared.

They were silent for a while, her hunched over with her face in her hands sobbing ferociously and Edward sitting observing her tears and beginning to feel the niggling worms of self doubt and guilt creep into his soul. Not because he felt remorse for initiating the grand cleansing of Gotham, no it was more so the fact that his baby sister crying her eyes out always had a way of thawing his icy heart.

In the moment he hadn’t a clue what to say, Ellie was always better at emotions. She easily made connections and was a social butterfly. And now, here she was less a butterfly and more a crushed up moth.

Releasing a cough from his throat Eddie tried to get her attention, unheard over her wailings he tried again with more force, still ignored he exhaled harshly and decided to attempt to get her attention for the final time.

Releasing a hacking that was more like a shout Eleanor shot up her head up and glared at her brother once more with enough force to melt the polar ice caps.

Edward felt the words he was going to say in attempt to comfort his sister die in his throat as her stare burned him.

Suddenly, she rose from her chair and for a brief flash Edward was scared she’d abandon him then and there. His deep eyes began to fill with tears as he flushed red. He tried to push himself against the glass as far as his chains and collar would allow. “Ellie I’m sorry okay!” Edward screamed watching her form retreat from him as he began to panic. “She was going to abandon him, just like Batman had, just like Gotham abandoned them as children, the exact same way they were tossed aside by their parents. Panic settled deep into Edward’s chest.

“PLEASE ELLIE! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE!” He sobbed as the cuffs around his wrists dug painfully into his flesh. He didn’t care, panic had turned him into a wild animal. A barrage of self loathing washed over him as more tears flowed out his eyes.

Suddenly, she turned around looking so incredibly tired. “God, he looks so… broken” Eleanor crinkled her nose at the thought and once again placed herself back into the uncomfortable chair with a deep sigh. Edward made no moves to sit down as his heart slammed in panic and his breathing got harder and harder. “You’re having a panic attack you stupid fucking loser, you think for one second your sister is gonna abandon you and you break down like a goddamn worthless little baby.” His mind screamed at him.

In the midst of his spiraling panic, like a hot knife going through butter Eleanor called: “Eddie, hey I need you to look at me okay. She said in a gentle motherly tone. His mind whirled, he felt sick and still he slowly looked back into her identical eyes. “That’s it! Elenor beamed” and Edward felt the storm in him begin to subside. “Can you take a deep breathe in with me?” “Eddie shook his head, his lungs felt like they were full of molten lead and bits of jagged glass. “I need my inhaler, he croaked” “Okay! Okay, I can do that, it’s gonna be fine! You’re gonna be fine, it’s fine! It was then Eleanor’s turn to panic. She once again shot up and rushed around looking for a call button to help him. Finally finding one she pressed it with enough force to shatter the button.

After pressing it once she waited and waited. Edward let out a miserable string of wheezes “Slamming the button again Eleanor began to fume. “What the hell is taking them So LONG?” She crossed her arms over her chest and began to tap her foot impatiently. “Edward rasped “It’s a facility operated by the city” he coughed harder this time. She balled her hand into a fist and began to pound on the button.

“SLAM” “BUZZ” “SLAM” “BUZZ” “SLAM” “BUZZ” “SLAM” “BUZZZZZZZ” “SLAM” “BUZ-“ Finally a bored looking attendant and a giggly guard sauntered in. Their eyes were blown out and reddened clearly having just take a hit of Drops. “What do you want the attendant said raking his bloodshot eyes over Eleanor’s body. She shuddered, an almost invisible gesture to anyone except her brother. “Ed felt rage settle into his chest, dwarfed by his current asthma attack but still palpable. “Is the freak over there the guard lazily jammed his thumb over in Edwards vague direction giving you trouble?”

“”That freak”” Eleanor spat between gritted teeth trying desperately to maintain her composure “Is my brother and if you would like I dunno… “ she said twirling a curled bang around her long finger pulling the two oblivious Dropheads into her web. “Want to do your fucking jobs!” she screeched! Face Turing a bright crimson “And PUH-LEASE go get my brother his inhaler, he’s having a pretty nasty asthma attack and you know I would just love it if he didn’t choke to death on his own lungs! M’kay!” She tilted her head to the side and shot a threatening grin at the pair.

The Guard and Attendant started to snicker, “Yeah yeah sure sweet-cheeks I’ll go get him his inhaler, but what are you gonna do for us?” The Attendant leered right at her chest. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you, you fucking loser I’m not going to take my heel and cram it so far up your ass that you’ll be tasting shoe leather for the rest of your life!”

“Fucking fine bitch, I could do better than your ugly ass anyway! Crazy slut! The Attendant snapped, his dim witted friend broke out into a fit of laughter and followed him out of the door. But not before the twins heard the attendant slap the guard in the back of the head. Ellie giggled and then rushed back to to sitting in front of her brother, Edward had regained his breathing but was still huffing and wheezing like an old steam engine.

“Those two sure were charming Eleanor mused with a snort.” She sent a worried smile towards her brother. Edward wheezed out “Oh yeah, a couple of real pals” he spit out bitterly. She sighed and pulled the creaky old chair closer to the pane in front of them. Leaned her forehead against the glass and stared hard at him. “Are you gonna be okay in here without me Eddie-Bear?” Eleanor said in a whisper. “Oh please don’t call me that in here!” he rasped with a groan. They fell back into silence as Ellie once again started to cry. The attendant finally returned and all but pelted Edward with his inhaler, it thunked against the glass and Ellie shot her head up and glared at the man so hard that if she could her stare alone would have killed him on the spot.

Edward sighed and kicked his foot out to begin to drag the inhaler over to himself. Dragging the green tube a smidge closer. The Attendant was watching the display with sick glee and Eleanor slammed her hand on the glass once again and yelled at him “Do your job you loser!” “I’m fine Elle, I’ve almost got it.” Edward said tiredly. Finally the attendant waltzed over and picked up the inhaler and handed it to the Edward and he took a deep puff from the canister. Waited for a moment and then took another, shorter inhale until his breathing returned to normal and he took a deep breath in and let out slightly shaky but strong. He then took a deep breath in and exhaled through his nose and rubbed a hand over his weary face. “You and I both know we’ve been through much worse than this.” He said handing the inhaler back to the attendant. “Man I think you should keep that thing on you. The kid said rubbing the back his neck. Apparently it says in the rule book that you’re allowed to have it or whatever. Just don’t give it to one of the junkies okay?

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Edward responded blankly, pocketing the canister. At that the Attendant left the room and once more Eleanor and him were left in relative isolation. Silence fell over the pair once more and this time Edward took the step to break it. “Why are you so worried all of sudden? You knew what I was going to be achieving. He was trying to remain calm and keep his tone as even as possible. The role of emotional support sibling fitting him about as well as his old choir uniform would fit if he tired it on today.

“I just…” she paused, a twinge of fear colored the deep breathe Eleanor took in. “Thought you were the one who had it together, y’know?” Edward quirked an eyebrow in response and let out a quiet snort. Eleanor rolled her eyes and huffed “Aside from the online terrorist group and the death traps with rats that eat peoples faces off. I mean” she finished. “How are my rats by the way? I was worried those pigs would have killed them or simply dumped them back in the streets.” Edward said sadly. “You don’t need to worry about them Eddie, I took em all in, they’re hanging out in a new cage at my place! I got them the cutest little rat safe furniture on Etsy, oh my god they’re gonna be living it up in style! She beamed with a flourish of her hands.

They looked at each other and started laughing, warmth filling their chests. “Oh shit! Eleanor said wiping her eyes, I got a bunch of tears stuck in my contact, fucks sake gimme a second. She squinted her right eye and placed some strawberry scented hands sanitizer onto her hands. Then proceeded to dig around her eyeball to release the well of tears and restore her vision. Edward laughed a little harder and scolded in a relaxed tone “Now, now Eleanor what would Sister Mary Sabrina say if she saw you now, behaving so unladylike?” He giggled at the end of it. Ellie having finally retched the pent up tears from her eyes swiftly and expertly popped the contact back into her eyeball and looked back at Edward’s smirking face. His eyes shining with playfulness. Eleanor rolled her eyes and said gruffly “Like I give a fuck what the old twat thinks about me.” Edward laughed once more waiting for the rant that he himself had heard time and time again. “I swear to God Ellie groaned that woman got off on torturing me! I don’t even know what her deal was, she was always going on and on and on-“ it was at this point Edward joined in on her rant knowing exactly what she would say next “About how all she wanted was to make the world pretty, but if she wanted the world to be pretty why was the Orphanage such a shithole then?“ he mimicked in high pitched feminine voice at the same time Eleanor ranted.

“I guess you’ve heard this song and dance before huh?” Eleanor said rubbing her neck sheepishly. “Oh only about five times or so” her brother said with a quiet laugh looking to the floor with a soft smile“ “Touché Eddie-Bear!” Eleanor said directing a pair of finger guns at him as she laughed. He smiled “I guess we should finally talk business Edward sighed.” Looking straight at Ellie. “Yeah I guess she rolled her eyes with a frown. I talked to your lawyer, he and I discussed she said slowly. Edward was beginning to grow annoyed with her cloying tone “and you’re not going to like this but he and I think… you should give me Power of Attorney while you’re in here.

Edward pursed his lips and glared at her to continue.

She raised her hands in front of her chest in a gesture of peace. “It’s just while you’re stuck in here and you’ll get to be in charge again as soon as you get out and I do not mean breakout! I know exactly what you’re thinking Edward Joseph Nashton!” She snapped pointing a manicured finger right at his chest. Edward exaggeratedly rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses further up his nose “So many pesky little rules and regulations. Why does anyone even think to follow them?” He grumbled as he picked at the skin around his nail beds.

“I dunno broski, Eleanor said with a tired sigh maybe so we all don’t flood the city when we’re feeling grumpy.” She stared at him with an unamused glower. Edward scoffed. “It really wasn’t that bad, people are getting so frenzied by a little water. He said in a manic tone. “The fireworks going off were such a pretty sight to see! He giggled” Forest green eyes swirling with madness. “Yeah no it was realllly great!”Eleanor said words dripping with sarcasm. “Except for that one part. Hmmmm lemme see if I can recall what it was… Eleanor mused in a mocking tone, pursing her lips and tapping a sparkly finger nail onto her chin. Edward still lost in his self aggrandizing delusions was snickering up a storm until Ellie’s shrill screech of “THAT’S IT!” and a snap of her fingers brought him back to reality and he jumped and looked her once more.

“The only part of your “grand plan” I didn’t like was that bit where one of your goons almost shot me, multiple times!” Beaming at him with a sardonic grin. “Hmph, I expressly told you to get out of the city sister dear. It’s not my fault you can’t follow simple instructions. Eleanor let out a noise of indignation and continued to glare at her brother as her cheeks began to turn a ruddy shade of crimson.

Crossing his arms over his chest as the chains of his chuffs rattled, Edward turned his head away from Eleanor and pointed his nose up haughty. “I give her a riddle so simple a toddler could solve it and she doesn’t even try to figure it out! She never even listens to me or takes any interest in what I care about.” He thought darkly, turning his head down to his chest. Sinking into the swirling sea of despair that was his mind. Feelings of isolation and anger sloshed over him like waves during a hurricane. He was stuck in a flimsy life boat of self loathing. Until, suddenly he was harshly brought back to reality by the fierce tapping on the glass like a child choosing a goldfish at the pet store and Eleanor’s cries of “Hey! Earth to Eddie, you in there at all? Come on Dorkzilla don’t die on me now! I’m not done with you yet!”

He blinked dumbly as he returned to reality “Oh you’re still here.” he sniffed dismissively. “Of course I am dumbass! I’m not letting you have the last word on your stupid riddle!” She retaliated. “Edward rolled his eyes as he turned to look at her expectantly. “ Eleanor stared back at him blankly, the only things telling of her ever growing rage being the blush that covered her cheeks that was beginning to turn purple with fury and the way her mouth was permanently etched into a scowl. Letting out a quiet breathy laugh, Edward smiled to himself knowing he had won their little spat and had finally managed to push Eleanor to the peak of her carefully contained rage.

“I know what you’re trying to do” she gritted through her teeth.” Edward remained silent and only quirked an eyebrow in response. “You’re trying to push me away so you can sink into one of your stupid pity parties. It’s not gonna work, I’m all you got so you’re not pushing me away this time! Ellie choked out. Taking a very deep breath in she managed to steady herself seemingly and pushed a hand through her already ragged hair. She fixed her gaze on Eddie and he felt a fresh wave of guilt hit him. “That’s not at all what I’m doing.” He said defensively but all she responded with was a stare that saw right through him. Edward grumbled and they sat staring at each other.

Finally, Eleanor quipped “I’m still so lost on how a riddle about an elephant you texted me 5 minutes before you got arrested was supposed to tell me to get out of the city and not go to the Garden.”

“Like it would have been so much easier if you just said “Hey sis, hope you’re feeling okay today! I love you so much! BTW I’m going to flood the city and you should get the hell out of dodge. Oh also! Don’t go to Gotham City Gardens when it floods! My buddies from my stream will be there and you will TOTES get shot 🙈🙊🙉” XoX- Eddie Bear.”

Eleanor finished with giant inhale and Edward jokingly offered her the inhaler from his jumpsuit pocket. “Nah keep it.” She smiled sadly at him.

Edward laughed “Well first of all, I didn’t just text you” he punctuated his words with air-quotes. “Because it wouldn’t have been on brand. I’m the Riddler, Ellie I tend to Riddle.” They shared a quick laugh and he continued “Secondly, even if I did text you, the police still would have confiscated my phone and that would have been a confession. I wanted to go out my way, on my terms.” Puffing his chest as he spoke. “Finally, tone softening as he spoke “ The answer was Noah’s Ark.” he stated simply sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. Playful smirk on his lips.

“God, Eddie! That’s the worst riddle you could have tried, I would not have connected those dots!” Eleanor groaned placing her hands on her face and dragging them down. “Do you know how many contexts there are for elephants! Especially considering the last conversation we had over text was how we should go to the zoo again?” A fit of giggles breaking through the words. Edward shut his eyes as the tips of his ears began to turn pink. “I had forgotten about that.” He said reopening his eyes, a sheepish smile on his face. Rubbing the back of his neck he sighed and went on “I think I should be forgiven for that one, especially considering the pressure I was under at the time I sent it to you.”

“I mean no shit, but like yeah it was a real stinker.” It was then Edward’s turn to giggle. Eleanor groaned once again, “I’m just not ready to be the sibling who has their shit together.” She leaned back in the chair letting her head hang over the backrest of the dingy plastic seat. Sandy brown hair just smidge closer to blonde than Edward’s fluttered behind her.

They’ve gone back to silence now. Eleanor seemingly lost in thought with a quirked frown on her lips. “What are you thinking Ellie-Jelly?” Edward said quietly, internally cringing at the childish nickname. “Hmm”she said in a dazed tone. “I’m not really thinking right now, I’m just kind of sad.” “Well yes I can see that. Edward said with a small laugh.”

“Don’t laugh at me right now I’m serious!” She said sitting upright. “Alright, alright I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything by it.” Raising his hands in defense, shutting his eyes and smiling at her. “Like, I’m just wondering if it’s my fault we turned out like this?” She sighed gesturing between herself and Edward. When she was met with a confused stare she continued: “Just what if you weren’t stuck with me when we were kids or if I stuck by your side more and I was always out chasing a way to feel less alone. Would we have been healthy?” The outer corners of her eyes crinkling in sadness.

“I mean I was clinging to you just as hard when we were little. Do you remember when we we’re 7 and you had to talk for me?” He said softly, pressing a hand to the glass in an attempt to offer his sister some form of affection or comfort.

Eleanor snorted in response “Yeah that’s only because I was smothering you.” Mumbling out the response.

“No you weren’t” Edward said firmly. “I asked you to do it and The Nuns considered it an affront to masculinity and that suffering would bring me peace.” “It didn’t” he spat out with a scowl “But like you said pointing at Eleanor as he spoke “They got off on torturing kids, especially us for some godforsaken reason!”

“But what abou-“ Ellie has started to say but she was quickly cut off by her brother. “Doesn’t matter, not your fault. I’d rather you tried to be happy instead of hanging around me! I could stand on my own two feet then, I can do it now. I really would rather you try and find some semblance of joy than hang back with me.” He said simply with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I should have done more for you! For us, we should have left this shit hole town a million years ago!” She wailed scrunching up her face in despair.

“Eleanor Bridget Nashton” Edward sighed tiredly, “You didn’t do anything, I didn’t do anything, nobody who was a victim of the corruption did anything to deserve what happened to them. Yes we could have left, but if we did I never would have done what I needed to do!” “My life’s purpose, I would have been aimless without the Riddler.”

“BUT YOU WOULDN’T BE LOCKED UP IN HERE!” She screamed, fresh tears welling in her eyes. “I just want you to be happy.” She huffed out. “I know that and I am. Obviously not happy about incarceration, but I’m happy you’re still here. He smiled softy at her and Eleanor huffed. “Okay fine, you’re happy. That’s great to hear.”

“Hey,” a shaky voice let out both people in the room turned to look and a timid looking attendant had appeared in the room. “I- it’s just visitation hours are almost over and you have to leave soon Miss” the young woman quickly spit out.

“Alright, I’ll be done soon.” Edward said quietly. “Oh! Okay, I’ll be right outside to walk you out when you’re done. She squeaked at Eleanor and quickly dashed out of the room before Eleanor could respond. “Well she certainly is cute.” Ellie smirked. “Ugh please don’t” Edward crinkled his nose in disgust. “I thought you wanted to see me happy Eddie?!?” Eleanor asked mock hurt dripping from her voice. “I do, I just don’t want to see you happy with the nurse who’s in charge of the rectal doses.” “Eh, I’ll give her a rectal dose.” She cackled. “Seriously? Edward gagged, “you’re so disgusting sometimes.” Edward said fondly as he rolled his eyes.

Anyway, I thought about it a little more and you’re right. I can’t really do much with my assets in here and you can control what does and doesn’t get out Ellie.” He said casually. Looking his sister in the eyes with a small smile.

“You really don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.” Eleanor said shyly.

“No I’m fine with it, really.” “Okay then! I’ll get the paperwork together and you and I can sign it next time I come visit you!” she said as she clapped her hands with joy. With that she stood from the plastic chair and stretched her arms over her head. “Ugh, I’m getting old!” Eleanor bemoaned popping her joints. She finally placed her jacked back onto her shoulders and picked up her purse. She looked up to see the attendants starting to uncuff Edward and lead him back to his cell.

“You sure you’ll be okay in here Eddie?” Eleanor asked sadly. He stretched out his limbs, rubbing at his wrists and smiled at her. “Remember Elle, we’ve been through worse.” He called as the Arkham staff lead him from the visitation cell.

“Okay.” She said to no one in particular already missing Edward’s presence, once again feeling the looming sense of dread and loneliness wash over her. She walked from the room to where the nurse was waiting. As Eleanor left Arkham she released a breath she didn’t know she had been holding onto and walked to her waiting car. Worries for her brother and the future swirling about in her head.

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Manifesto pela unidade antifascista

Quem valoriza e defende o Estado Democrático de Direito acompanha, a cada dia, a maneira como o país vai sendo empurrado para o abismo, com ameaças seguidas de golpe por parte de Bolsonaro.

O que nos resta de democracia e de respeito constitucional está se esvaindo de forma veloz enquanto o fascismo avança.

Agora, diante da dupla catástrofe – a pandemia e Bolsonaro – e das eleições municipais, não podemos pensar e agir como antes. Não será outra eleição dentro da normalidade democrática.

Por isso mesmo, é imperioso que cada um de nós adie seus legítimos projetos próprios e se abra, desarmado, para uma grande concertação de todas as forças antifascistas, as quais, vale enfatizar, não se esgotam nas esquerdas.

Não é hora de fazer cálculos para 2022, simplesmente porque as eleições de

2022 estão em risco, como as vidas de todos e todas nós pela ameaça de um golpe.

O governo aposta no caos, anseia por saques, desespero popular, estados falidos, Congresso dividido, Supremo chantageado, tudo isso enquanto o fascismo assalta mais e mais as instituições.

As milícias estão a postos, segmentos policiais estão a postos, grupos se armam e setores das Forças Armadas talvez sejam sensíveis a uma eventual convocação do Planalto, mesmo contra a opinião da cúpula militar.

É urgente que cada um de nós reconheça a magnitude do desafio e trabalhe em todos os níveis, em todas as instâncias, para a formação de uma ampla frente antifascista.

Nas próximas eleições municipais é preciso a união de todos e todas em torno das candidaturas capazes de ampliar o movimento democrático e de competir para vencer, em nome da resistência antifascista. A credencial indispensável é o compromisso claro de enfrentar o fascismo em todas as suas dimensões.

Nós, cidadãos e cidadãs brasileiras, apelamos às lideranças democráticas que se mostrem à altura de nosso tempo e se empenhem na formação de um pacto antifascista.

Aos que querem dar apoio/assinar o manifesto, favor enviar nome e profissão para o seguinte e-mail: manifestopelaunidade@gmail.com

28/05/2020

Assinam:

Luiz Eduardo Soares - Antropólogo

Silvio Tendler – Cineasta

Flora Sussekind - Ensaísta e crítica literária

Eric Nepomuceno - Escritor

Isabel Lustosa - Historiadora e cientista política.

Chico Buarque – Compositor e escritor

Carol Proner - Jurista

Celso Amorim –Diplomata e ex-ministro de Relações Exteriores e da Defesa

Miriam Krenzinger – Professora da UFRJ

Luiz F. Taranto – Jornalista

Tereza Cruvinel – Jornalista

José Gomes Temporão – Médico sanitarista e ex-ministro da Saúde

Afrânio Garcia – Maître de Conferénces EHESS, Chercheur CESSP

Fábio Konder Comparato – Prof. Emérito da Faculdade de Direito da USP

Renato Janine Ribeiro – Filósofo e ex-ministro da Educação

Gregório Duvivier - Ator, dramaturgo, escritor e poeta

Roberto Amaral – Escritor e ex-ministro da Ciência e Tecnologia

Ennio Candotti – Físico ítalo-brasileiro e Diretor do Museu da Amazônia

Marieta Severo – Atriz, e produtora cultural

Aderbal Freire-Filho – Dramaturgo, ator e Diretor teatral

Tarso Genro, advogado, ex-governador do RS e ex-ministro da Justiça.

Marco Aurelio de Carvalho – Advogado

Arnaldo Antunes - Cantor e Compositor

Luiz Jorge Werneck Viana - Sociólogo, PUCRJ.

Caetano Veloso - Cantor e compositor

Paula Lavigne - Produtora cultural

Beatriz Resende- Crítica literária, UFRJ.

Marilza de Melo Foucher - Dra em economia - Sorbonne Paris 3

Flávio Wolf de Aguiar - Escritor, jornalista e prof aposentado da FFLCH/USP

Michel Misse - Sociólogo e prof. IFCS/UFRJ

Liszt Vieira - Advogado e Sociólogo

Ricardo Vieira Coutinho - ex-Governador da Paraíba

Dulce Pandolfi – Historiadora e pesquisadora

Maria Helena Arrochellas – Teóloga

Bia Lessa – Diretora de teatro

César Barreira - Professor Titular da Universidade Federal do Ceará

José Manoel Carvalho de Mello - Prof. Aposentado – UFRJ

Fernando Morais – Jornalista

Sonia Fleury - Dra. em Ciência Política

Silvia Capanema - historiadora, Prof. na Univ Paris 13, Sorbonne Paris Nord; Deputada departamental de Seine-Saint-Denis

Luis Antonio Silva – Sindicalista e Pres. Fed. dos trab. em Telecom-Livre

Vanessa Grazziotin - ex senadora e dirigente nacional do PCdoB

Leneide Duarte - Plon - Jornalista e escritora

Altamiro Borges – jornalista

Joel Zito Araújo – Produtor e Diretor/Casa de Criação Cinem

Ivan Lins - Músico

Luiz Fernando Dias Duarte – Prof. UFRJ e Pres.Assoc.Museu Nacional

Vilma Peres – Historiadora docente/UNIFESP

Adalberto Cardoso - Professor do IESP-UERJ

Laerte Coutinho - Jornalista

Vladimir Sacchetta – Historiador e Pesquisador

Bernardo Ricúpero – Cientista político/USP

Marcelo Ridenti – Prof. Titular Sociologia no IFCH/UNICAM

Marcos Costa Lima – Prof. Depto de Ciência Política da UFPE

Noilton Nunes - Cineasta

Tonico Pereira- Ator

Hildegard Angel – Jornalista

Eryk Rocha - Cineasta.

Lígia Bahia – UFRJ e CEBES

Otavio Velho – Antropólogo

Juca Kfouri - Jornalista

Gloria Kalil - empresaria e jornalista

Patrícia Birman – professora Titular de Psicologia e antropologia da UERJ

João Trajano Sento-Sé - Cientista político, professor UERJ

Leandro Saraiva - Professor da UFSCar e roteirista

Eliana Sousa Silva- Ativista Social e Professora

Mariana Weigert - professora de Direito Penal e Criminologia

Salo de Carvalho - Professor e Advogado

Pedro Abramovay - Advogado

Marcos Pamplona - Historiador e Professor

Lígia MCS Rodrigues – Física SBPFe Feminista

José Maurício Bustani – Diplomata aposentado

Heloisa Buarque de Hollanda - Professora emérita UFRJ

Tainá de Paula- Presid. Relações Institucional IAB- RJ

Joëlle Rouchou – FCRB/FACHA

Angela Leite Lopes – UFRJ

João Sicsú – Instituto de Economia/UFRJ e ex-diretor do IPEA

Rosilene Alvim – UFRJ

Antonio Guerra - Músico

Vicente Guindani - Músico e Geógrafo

Lígia Dabul – UFF

Marco Aurélio Nogueira - Professor universitário.

Maria Helena Ferrari - Professora/UFRJ

Francisvaldode Souza-Presid.da Fund Lauro Campos e Marielle Franco

Ingrid Sarti - Professora Titular de Ciência Política - IFCS/UFRJ

Ana Maria Cavaliere - Faculdade de Educação UFRJ

Márcio Arnaldo da Silva Gomes - Médico

Frederico Lustosa - Professor

Antonio Herculano - Fundação Casa de Rui Barbosa

Moacir Palmeira – UFRJ

Ângela de Castro Gomes – Historiadora

Kátia Gerab Baggio - Profa. de História das Américas – UFMG

Isabel Travancas - professora ECO- UFRJ

Tânia Bessone – UERJ

Afrânio Garcia Jr. - Maître de conférences EHESS, chercheur CESS

Leonardo Boff – Teólogo

Márcia Miranda – Ativista social

João Vitor Garcia – Pesquisador

Boris Fausto - Historiador

Rodrigo Patto Sá Motta – UFMG

Jurandir Malerba – Professor titular de história UFRGS

José Vicente Tavares dos Santos - ILEA - UFRGS

Vera Cepeda – UFSCar

Eduardo Moreira - economista

Mariana Joffily - Professora do Departamento de História da UDESC

Glaucia Dunley - Psicanalista e médica, UFRJ

Rosana Morgado- Professora UFRJ

Elimar Nascimento – Sociólogo e professor UNB

Fabiana Fersasi – Revisora

José Cezar Castanhar – Professor

Benedito Tadeu César - Cientista político,Direito na UFRGS

Raymundo de Oliveira – Engenheiro, do Clube de Engenharia

Manuel Domingos Neto – Universidade Estadual do Piauí e da UFF

Celso Henrique Diniz Valente de Figueiredo - Professor UERJ

Sérgio Ferreira de Lima - Professor de Física no Colégio Pedro II

Alberto Zacharias Toron – Advogado OAB SP, 65371

Priscilla Rozenbaum – Atriz

Gisele Cittadino - Professora associada da PUC-Rio.

Jane de Alencar - Jornalista, historiadora e anistiada política

Maria das Dores Campos Machado - Professora Universitária

Marco A. Pamplona - Historiador, professor e pesquisador

Marco Aurélio de Carvalho - Advogado OAB / SP 197538

Rafson Ximenes - Defensor Público Geral do Estado da Bahia

Vagner Gomes de Souza – Professor de história

Pedro Serrano - Prof de Direito Constitucional da PUC/SP

Fabiano Silva dos Santos - Advogado e professor universitário

Roberto Tardelli - Advogado.

Magda Barros Biavaschi - professora, pesquisadora no UNICAMP.

José Maurício Domingues - Sociólogo - Professor do IESP-UERJ

Luiz Fernando Pacheco – Advogado

Tomaz Klotzel - Artista Visual

Luciana Boiteux - Professora de Direito Penal e Criminologia da UFRJ

Dora Cavalcanti – Advogada

Paulo Antonio Barros Oliveira – Prof. Titular de Medicina Social UFRGS

Gleidson Renato Martins Dias - Servidor público estadual

Ilton Freitas - historiador e cientista político

Naia Oliveira –Sociológa

Gil Sani Rembischevski - Comerciante

David Fialkow Sobrinho - Prof Economia Fac Dom Bosco de Porto Alegre.

Valério De Patta Pillar - Professor Titular, Depto de Ecologia da UFRGS

Alexandre Costa – Jornalista

Rui L Bernhard - Pastor da Igreja Evangélica de Conf. Luterana no Brasil

Elam Lourdes Alves Marques Lewgoy – Administradora

Ayrton Centeno – Jornalista

Dinorah Araújo - Atriz, jornalista e produtora cultural

Jayr Soares da Silva - Psicólogo Aposentado. Psicanalista.

Mauricio Parada - Departamento de Historia - Puc-Rio

Rosângela Izidoro Cabral - Empresária - Porto Alegre –RS

Márcia Barbosa - Professora e pesquisadora em física da UFRGS

Andrea Ribeiro Hoffmann - Professora PUC – Rio

Flávia da Costa Frediani - Socióloga, servidora pública federal ativista social

Gilson Luiz dos Anjos - Professor de Educação Básica

Daniel Cerqueira – Economista

Sérgio Martins - Professor - História/PUC-Rio

Patrícia Reuillard - Professora

Ana Maria de Moura Nogueira – Historiadora

Samuel Braun - Cientista Social,Pesquisador LEPPeM-UFRRJ

Neila Monteiro Espindola, Professora Colégio Pedro II - RJ

Ricardo de Sampaio Dagnino - Professor UFRGS Campus Litoral Norte

Márcia Cadore - Procuradora do Estado

Elida Rubini Liedke - Socióloga. Professora Aposentada da UFRGS.

Maria da Graça Pinto Bulhões - Socióloga, professora da UFRGS.

Elvis Piccoli Vargas - Funcionário público, técnico em mecânica

Reginete Souza Bispo – Socióloga

Guilherme de Oliveira Estrella - Geólogo

Enid Yatsuda Frederico - Profa . aposentada. IEL/Unicamp

Guilherme Freitas – Jornalista

Ronaldo Oliveira de Castro - ICS/UERJ

Juçara Dutra Vieira – Professora

Silvana Martins Bayma - Servidora pública federal docente

Nivaldo Vieira de Andrade Junior - Prof. Faculdade de Arquitetura da UFBA

José Sergio Leite Lopes - UFRJ

Rosilene Alvim - UFRJ

Jurandir Freire Costa - Psicanalista

Célia Costa - Historiadora e documentalista

Luiz Antonio de Castro Santos - Professor Instituto de Medicina Social/UERJ

Adalberto Cardoso - Sociólogo, professor do IESP

Cândido Grzybowski - Sociólogo, Presidente do Conselho do Ibase

André Luís Machado de Castro - Defensor Público RJ

Cenira Ceroni Guerra - Auxiliar Administrativo

Janaina Pereira Antunes - Advogada.

Vinicius Galeazzi - Engenheiro civil

Sueli Carneiro - Filósofa, feminista e antirracista

Walter NIQUE - Professor Titular Escola de Administração - UFRGS

Sueli Mousquer - Bióloga e Artista Plástica

Sonia Maria de Arruda Beltrão - Arquiteta/funcionária pública

Jorge Branco - Sociólogo

José Ricardo Ramalho - Professor – UFRJ

Camila Salgado Lacerda – Psicanalista

Arthur Ituassu - Professor de Comunicação Política da PUC-Rio

Léa Maria Aarão Reis – Léa Aarão Reis

Gizele Zanotto – Professora – Historiadora

Patrícia Birman – Antropóloga - UERJ

Maria Claudia Coelho - Antropóloga

Ipojucan Demétrius Vecchi - Advogado

Carlos Leandro Costa Lehmann (Cachoeira) - Músico

Reginaldo Forti – Sociólogo - São Paulo - SP

Stella Maris Jimenez Gordillo - Psicanalista

Letícia Núñez Almeida - Professora, Universidade da República, Uruguay

Natália Guindani - antropóloga e artista plástica

Rosa Maria Barboza de Araujo – Historiadora e Diretora Fator Cultural

Vera Vital Brasil - Psicóloga, membro da Equipe Clínico Política RJ

Ana Inês Heredia - Bióloga

Marcos Rolim – Sociólogo - Prof. Universitário

Amir Haddad - diretor teatral

Márcia Rubin – coreógrafa

Ana Kfouri - Atriz e diretora teatral

Ivan Sugahara - diretor teatral.

Jean Marc von der Weid, ex-presidente da UNE (69/71). Agroecológo

Moacir Chaves - diretor teatral.

Marcia Sá Cavalcante Schuback, professora da Södertörn University e da UFF.

Isabel Salgado - Esportista, ex-campeã de vôlei de quadra e de praia.

Biza Vianna - Diretora teatral.

Ricardo Kosovski - Ator, diretor teatral e professor da Unirio.

Marcelo Jacques de Moraes - Professor da UFRJ.

Fátima Saadi – Teatróloga

Carole Gubernikoff - Professora da escola de música – UNIRIO

Rodolfo Caesar - Compositor e professor da UFRJ

Liliza Mendes - Professora da UFMG.

Monica Biel - Atriz.

Fernando Ortiz - Médico Neurologista

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Analyses Localisées Comparatives du Vote : défiance, abstention et radicalisation politique dans la France contemporaine – ALCoV - CESSP

Analyses Localisées Comparatives du Vote : défiance, abstention et radicalisation politique dans la France contemporaine – ALCoV – CESSP

https://cessp.cnrs.fr/Analyses-Localisees-Comparatives-du-Vote-defiance-abstention-et-radicalisation

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Biographie

Photographe et sociologue de formation, Brice Le Gall termine une thèse sur l’histoire de l’enseignement de l’économie (CESSP-CSE). Il a publié plusieurs articles dans des revues académiques et participé à différents festivals de photographie sur le thème des mouvements sociaux. Plusieurs de ses images ont été nominées, primées et/ou publiées dans la presse spécialisée et associative. En s’inscrivant dans la tradition de la photographie sociale et humaniste, son travail essaye de documenter et de rendre intelligible les formes de défiance ou de remise en cause de l’ordre social. Une façon pour lui de mettre la photographie et la sociologie au service de la compréhension des gens qui luttent et de participer peut-être à la construction d’un monde social plus juste et supportable.

Justice et respect : le soulèvement des Gilets jaunes en France

Inscrit dans l’actualité et peut-être dans l’histoire, le soulèvement des Gilets jaunes apparaît inédit dans la généalogie des luttes sociales en France. Alors que la plupart des mobilisations sont traditionnellement encadrées par des structures politiques, associatives ou syndicales, ce mouvement s’inscrit dans la droite ligne des mobilisations citoyennes « spontanées » du milieu des années 2000. A l’instar du mouvement protestataire de Gezi en Turquie, des Indignados en Espagne, ou des immigrés latino américains aux EU, les Gilets jaunes ont fait irruption pour défier frontalement le pouvoir politico-économique. A la fois durable, sans leader, parlant une langue inconnue des institutions, tenace et offensif malgré la répression, ce mouvement présente aussi un caractère original par sa composition sociale et la place occupée par les femmes.

Dans la tradition de la photographie sociale, nous avons documenté différentes facettes de la mobilisation en essayant de créer l’empathie nécessaire à la compréhension de ces gens qui se révoltent. A revers du traitement médiatique dominant qui a souvent mis l’accent sur les violences et les déprédations des manifestations hebdomadaires, la série présentée s’efforce de rendre visible l’organisation matérielle et symbolique de la mobili¬sation, certaines revendications, les moments de fête et de partage, ou encore les différentes actions locales et nationales qui consolident et rythment la vie des collectifs. Au-delà de l’intérêt documentaire de ce matériel, nous cherchons à restituer les conditions qui permettent de comprendre la durée d’une révolte de cette ampleur : le rôle déterminant des femmes, la place centrale de la famille, le renouvellement du répertoire des actions collectives, la façon dont les groupes tentent de neutraliser leurs divisions ou encore les manières d’entretenir la fraternité et la croyance en « un autre monde possible ». Autant de dimensions du mouvement que l’on peut mettre en images et qui permettent de mieux comprendre sa force et son originalité.

Mais ce travail documentaire serait encore trop insuffisant sans s’immerger aussi dans l’histoire personnelle de certains Gilets jaunes. En suivant dans leur vie quotidienne des ouvriers, des petits artisans, des retraités, des mères célibataires, en me faisant le témoin de leurs galères, leurs doutes, leurs espoirs, j’essaye aussi de comprendre les raisons profondes de leur révolte. Pourquoi ces « autodidactes des luttes » qui sont souvent de milieu populaire et exclus ou auto exclus du jeu politique se soulèvent maintenant et de cette façon ? L’immersion de longue durée dans leur « monde privé » et dans les difficultés qu’ils peuvent rencontrer au quotidien face aux employeurs, aux administrations ou au recul des services publics permet d’incarner ce mouve¬ment, de le rendre sensible à celles et à ceux qui le voient de loin et de mieux comprendre les logiques de leur mobilisation.

Matériels utilisés

-Nikon D4S et Nikon D850 -Objectifs : 14-24 f 2.8 / 24-70 f 2.8 / 70-200 f 2.8 / 58mm 1.4 / 24mm 1.4

+ d’informations

CV : http://cessp.cnrs.fr/spip.php?rubrique424http://cessp.cnrs.fr/spip.php?rubrique424

Site internet : https://www.bricelegall.com/https://www.bricelegall.com/

Brice Le Gall Biographie Photographe et sociologue de formation, Brice Le Gall termine une thèse sur l’histoire de l’enseignement de l’économie (CESSP-CSE).

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L’invention du consommateur

ESSAI. «L'invention du consommateur - Sur la légitimité du marché»

Auteur : Louis Pinto. PUF. 300 pages.

Fruit d’une longue enquête sociologique, cet ouvrage, qui traite de l’histoire des concepts de consommation et de consommateur en France, observe que, jusque vers la fin des années 1960, les consommateurs - «trop faibles pour parler en leur nom propre» - «s’en remettaient» à l’action d’une élite de spécialistes travaillant au sein de l’Etat ou dans le milieu associatif. Et c’est seulement à partir de cette fin des années 1960 que, dans un contexte de «crise des visions de la société», la cause consumériste «a trouvé les mots qui lui permettaient de se constituer de manière durable dans l’espace public», alors que, jusqu’alors, c’était plutôt un domaine tenu pour privé, voire «marginal ou insignifiant». Vers cette fin des années 1960, le thème de la «société de consommation» devint, pour un temps, un enjeu de débat public, d’une façon d’ailleurs très politisée. En France, «la catégorie de consommateur est une notion savante dont l’apparition doit beaucoup à l’autorité d’un ensemble de professionnels de la manipulation des représentations du monde social», analyse le livre. A l’époque, s’opposaient deux discours : l’un hostile à la «société de consommation» et se refusant à isoler le consommateur des autres domaines de l’existence sociale, l’autre - disons «libéral» - pour lequel il s’agissait avant tout de satisfaire, par le marché, un consommateur qui, bien informé, serait «vigilant» face aux produits que ce marché lui proposait. Et c’est ce dernier discours qui a fini par s’imposer en France, estime le livre.

L’existence fragile d’un consommateur cantonné dans l’espace des relations marchandes

Cependant, aujourd’hui, le concept de «consommation» - bien que doté désormais d’une forme d’autorité publique en France, le consommateur étant reconnu comme «sujet de droit» - n’a encore qu’une force de mobilisation limitée, constate le livre, qui, parlant d’existence fragile, juge le consommateur «d’autant plus démuni» - face aux multinationales et à des règlementations destinées à favoriser une concurrence «impitoyable» - «qu’il tend à être exposé, par ses plaintes et ses revendications, au soupçon d’entraver le fonctionnement normal du marché». Par ailleurs, le consommateur se retrouve «cantonné» dans l’espace limité des relations marchandes. Et il est exclu, de fait, de domaines où son avis n’est pas sollicité : il est ainsi tacitement tenu de ne pas prendre position sur le terrain politique, sur les orientations majeures de la politique économique, etc. Et on peut se demander, conclut le livre, jusqu’à quel point une éventuelle prise en compte future, par les consommateurs, des questions de santé publique par exemple, ou de développement durable, ou encore de libre circulation des marchandises, pourra, ou non, «déplacer la ligne de partage entre la simple vigilance individuelle du consommateur et la critique plus radicale du fonctionnement du champ économique».

L’AUTEUR : Louis Pinto, né en 1946, sociologue, directeur de recherche émérite au CNRS, enseigne au CESSP (Centre européen de sociologie et de science politique) de la Sorbonne. LA CITATION : Le propre du travail symbolique des groupes sociaux supérieurs consiste dans une dénégation des intérêts économiques qui les porte aussi bien à transfigurer les jouissances matérielles en les insérant dans un style de vie raffiné et somptuaire qu’à déprécier l’appropriation des biens quand elle apparaît contaminée par la masse.

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University of Nairobi Center for self-sponsored programs

http://cessp.uonbi.ac.ke

The Centre for Self Sponsored Programmes (CESSP) was established by the University of Nairobi in 2005 and operationalized in 2015 to promote and manage the self-sponsored programmes of the University.

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