ABSTRACT
In the ruins of the great wooden farmhouse, overlooking a dry valley that the government had redistributed, the movement’s next generation was camped out for the weekend. It was a cloudless afternoon late in 2011. The leaders of the MST, as Brazil’s landless movement is called, had convened a 3-day training, hoping to turn some new recruits from Bahia into militantes, or organizers. Clear skies notwithstanding, this training shivered with the feel of frank anxiety.
