Our World Needs Help ASAP – Please Spread the Word!!

The documentary film Our World is desperately trying to get to Brazil to help bring global awareness to the alarming number of hate crimes there but they need our help!

Brazil has the highest rate of hate crimes in the entire world, and this documentary film has a unique chance to make a change. They have received a grant from within Brazil for their project, yet do not have the funds to get there! The deadline for investors and sponsors has came and went and they now have just a fews days to come up with $15,000 in order to make it out to Brazil by June 10th, get the grant, and reach those who they need to to make this project a reality.

If we can each donate $15 to this cause, we can get them to Brazil and make this film happen!!!

This is not just any documentary and if you knew the entire backstory you would want to give anything you could but all we need is one thousand kind hearts to give $15 to help this cause.

Please make a donation RIGHT NOW thru iLiveKind.org RIGHT HERE. **please note that the donation is for OurWorld**

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Here is a letter from one of the youths who are hoping for this documentary to be made:

I hope this is the correct email address for the documentary
movie. There have been some talks in the chat groups but I didn’t
copy the conversation about it.
This is not easy like I thought it would be.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned seventeen years old. I hate
birthday parties for me. My mother calls my neighbors and invites
everybody she can to our house. I don’t know too many of the
people but my mother says I should be friends with them. She
always invites a lot of boys.
I think they act stupid with me. They’re really stupid and ask me
to kiss them or they’re very mean and tell me I’m not like a
normal girl.
I know they hate me. I know everybody hates me! Maybe not my
friends at the gas station. No they don’t hate me, but everyone
else does.
Everyone at my school! Yes, they hate me so much. When my teacher
sees me walking, he always calls me “Boy”. He hates me. “Are you
a girl or a boy? Watch where you are walking! Boy! You are sick”.
Ana likes me. She’s the only one at school.
She moved with her family here in the start of last year. When I
saw her asking for directions at the bus stop I helped her. Then
she invited me to have dinner at her house.
I wish I had her family! Her parents were so nice. So opposite
from my parents. One day at her house, we kissed. She said it was
okay. Her parents didn’t say anything bad when she told them. I
remember it finally made me feel good to be alive.
That’s when I asked her to meet my friend’s at the gas station.
We went there almost every day after I have dinner at Ana’s
house. It was our place to hang out. I knew that everyone would
like her and they did. We don’t have to hide there because the
local people use the station in town.
Two months ago, Ana was with me and my friends at the gas
station.
One boy from church named Eric came to put gas in his car. I
didn’t know if he saw me, but I could feel my heart beat too
fast.
All my friends were having a good time after he left, but I had a
terrible feeling inside.
Ana’s dad didn’t pick us up, so we walked home.
I heard a car very slow come close to us, “Hey boys”. I saw it
was Eric in his car with two other guys from my mom’s church with
him.
I said very low to Ana “run”, but she was telling me I had to be
calm. When I heard the doors of the car open, I felt a shot
inside me and I ran so fast. Faster than I ever had.
I looked for Ana but the two guys were holding her arms and Eric
was tearing her dress.
I am not a big person. I am skinny but that makes me fast and
when I saw Ana, I ran back to her with all my energy and I kicked
Eric between his legs.
I saw one boy let go of Ana’s arm and when he did this she shook
herself loose from the other boy. Then she ran faster that I
think she’s run in whole entire life.
I think the boy who was holding Ana or maybe someone else kicked
my back because I fell on my knees like in a prayer position. I
felt a foot kick my stomach. My head started to feel very hot
after that and I think I fell asleep.
I woke up later but only with my eyes. I could feel my face was
glued to the street. Maybe because my blood was drying on the
ground so it was hard to lift my head.
There was no sensation in my entire body. Like you could put a
needle through me and I know I wouldn’t feel anything.
I tried to walk, but I fell many times.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes again and I was inside the hospital.
A nurse came and told me that a couple called an ambulance for
me. She told me that there was a policeman in the hospital, if I
wanted to talk to him she would call him for me.
I remember he looked very clean. Too clean to be a regular police
officer. Especially because we were in the hospital.
He told the nurse he had to speak with me in private and she left
me with him. Something felt bad about the way he closed the door
behind her. Then I felt very afraid because he locked the door.
He came very close to my bed and put his hands on me. He said
that Eric was a good boy from church and that his father was
going to be the mayor soon.
I said to him that Eric raped me with his friends.
He laughed so loud. It was like bells in my head. I felt like I
saw the devil in his face. I don’t remember really crying, but I
do remember how the cuts on my face burned.
He put his hands under the blanket and he touched my thighs very
close to my-
He kept touching me. He said, “you didn’t get raped, dumb girl.
You know you want to be a boy and boys don’t rape boys”.
When he left the room I wanted to die. I didn’t speak to any
person after that. Not even to say “hello”.
My father took me home. He stopped the car in front of our house
to talk with me. “I knew this was gonna happen with the way you
are”.
He cried.
I never saw my father cry. Before he got out of the car he said,
“it would have been better if you died”.
In my bedroom I looked in the mirror to see my body after
everything. Like a Frankenstein monster.
My shoulder looked like a quilt my mother made.
Leftover pieces of me sewn together to try making me whole again.
Then I cried because I think I noticed that I have never been
whole.
Except with Ana.
I dialed her house number so fast. A million thoughts started to
grow in my mind when her mother answered.
She told me they sent Ana to Sao Paulo and were selling their
house to move. Her voice sounded tired.
“I’m so sorry for what happened to you. Ana told me you saved her
life and for this I will pray for you forever. I hope you survive
this and leave to a better place one day. I’m sorry I can’t help
but your parents have threatened to take us to court if we speak
with you more.”
Now I understand what people mean when they say their heart
breaks because I am very sure I felt mine begin to crack with her
words.
I didn’t get a chance to say anything. Ana’s mom hung up the
phone.
I’m not very sure about what to do. My mother says I should
pretend all of this didn’t happen to me and maybe I can go out
with a boy from our church now.
I was very mad… I am very mad because she knows the boys who did
this to me. They are from our church!
I hate to be such a terrible problem for everyone.
Maybe it’s better if I am dead. I’m scared now.
I don’t think I’m strong enough for this life.