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A little over a week ago, on the night of the Brazilian election runoff, I spent several hours going slowly from despair, to cautious hope, to a sort of weary joy. I live, these days, in a downtown area of São Paulo. I generally hate crowds, but on that night I did walk the length of Avenida Paulista, the city's de facto public square, where people were gathering—at first just to celebrate, and later on to hear president Lula's victory speech, which he delivered in front of the iconic Modernist hulk of the São Paulo Museum of Art. Ever since I have been periodically reminded of everything that was under threat in the event of another Bolsonaro government, of the losses we couldn't afford that now look to be averted, and of the effort needed to get this outcome. And I'm also periodically reminded of who was on the other side of this effort; an unpleasant alliance of fascists and criminals who anticipated breaking the nation down for parts. And fighting right alongside them: Elon Musk…

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