Fairloom's Stories
Annie Doran, Founder of Fairloom
February 2005
I returned to Terra Prometida, Brazil in June 2004. I brought my parents with me to meet the place and people who tears prior had imprinted on my heart and soul the true meaning of strength.
As we were walking to the Barracao for a children's theatre performance, a woman approached my mother with a sleeveless shirt made of what look like over twenty colors of yarn, intricately laced together into a beautiful floral pattern.
READ MORE
Jesuloluwa, Building Connections Participant
Paul Cuffee School, Providence RI
2005
I am from Nigeria. Nigeria is in Africa.
In Nigeria the police are bad They steal jewlery and money. The police pretend to be good. But when nobody is there, they steal the gold. When the President comes, they say, "A thief came. I tried to stop him but he escaped".
READ MORE
Dr. Steve White
March 20, 2006
I am Dr. Steven White, a professor from the University of Massachusetts-Dartmouth. On behalf of my colleague, Dr. Godwin Ariguzo, and the 31 students with us, I would like to thank the women and children of Terra Prometida for allowing us to visit this beautiful community.
Our interaction with you has profoundly changed our lives in ways that are hard to explain. You have taught us so much about the meaning of community, family and friends that we feel guilty. From our perspective, your community hasn't benefited as much from us as we from you.
READ MORE
By Annie Doran
2005
I met Nilda within the first week of being in Terra Prom on my third trip to Brazil, which was in October of 2004. She had six children, four who lived at home, and ahusband whose music was unbearably loud and whose drinking was outrageous.
My mother had bought a lace shirt from her several months ago and I knew we wanted her on our side. I didn't think it would be very difficult, but then again, I didn't really know her.
READ MORE
Steve Costas
Umass Dartmouth International Business Association
Participant
March, 2006
There I was stepping out onto the street of Terra Prometida. I recognized one of the young girls faces and was eager to take the next step into the town. Prepared for anything our greeting party walked down a crude street adorned with rocky, uneven steps that jabbed at the hardened toes of the children. It was then I was glad that Bo had told me to wear shoes instead of my "gringo sandals". I passed a donkey and a cat on the road; It was my first trip into the community; by my third trip that cat was no longer living. I found myself shrouded in a benign contradiction, benign because it was perceived as, their "cultural normalcy". READ MORE
