A protester wearing a face mask that reads “Black Lives Matter” looks on at Paulista Avenue during a protest amidst the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic on June 14, 2020 in Sao Paulo, Brazil. [Miguel Schincariol/Getty Images]
These days, I get a knot in my stomach every time I reach out to one of my friends. I dread calling or texting them because I know that if they do not answer, they may well be dead.
I do not work in a high-risk industry, or live in a war zone, but my fears about the wellbeing of those closest to me are not irrational or baseless.
I am a Black man living in Brazil, and many of my friends are also Black.
Living as a