The altar for the women killed and disappeared in Ciudad Juarez.
It was a beautiful memorial. 450 names read, broken only by the recitation of poems (including one I believe is called Justice that I want to get and post). As they were reading the names of the women, I kept thinking "Who was she? Who loved her?"
And the unidentified women... hearing those numbers in place of names was sad, but it was also chilling. Nameless in death, those women meant something to someone at some time. What must those left behind be thinking?
There was a professor there who kept emphasizing, kept pressing home the point that these women were killed for being women. That they were hated, mistreated, tortured for being women. "No one cares about the women of Juarez," she said, "But we care." She also reminded us, that it is our responsibility as women (as the audience largely was) to care, to tell, to make sure they didn't die in vain.
You can find more information here.
Thank you for being there yesterday and for giving a space in your blog to this cause.
The book of poems is called SECRETS IN THE SAND and it is by Marjorie Agosin. You can get this book online pretty easily.
NI UNA MAS!
If there are any thanks to be given, they go to you guys.
You always have a space here.
I have heard about these murders for some time. More attention must be paid. I am glad you got to be there.
Thank you for posting this.
I feel that same way about the numbered women. Even the term 'femicides' bothers me a little--it is like some acedemic catch-all phrase that lumps everyone into the homogenous category of dead women.
It is great to hear that they read the names. It provokes that wondering: thinking about their parents and children and friends. More MoC really need to get involved with this cause. So few Chicanos I know read about it often. They act as if it is only a 'woman's' issue.
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