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De día, luchaba contra la angustia; de noche, luchaba contra el deseo; sin cesar, luchaba contra el vacío, forma cobarde de la desgracia.
Pasaban los días uno tras otro por las calles desiertas como una procesión de viudas; la plaza del pueblo parecía negra con tantas mujeres de luto. Yo envidiaba a aquellas desgraciadas por no tener más rival que la tierra y por saber, al menos, que su hombre dormía solo.
Ayer estuve en la kedada de Málaga y volví a ver a HySl, Sia, Natsumi, Izumi y Gabrielita. Y la verdad que me lo pase super bien. A ver cuando repetimos! :3
Estas foto me hacian muchaaa ilusion, mis nenas con Primula, la culpable de que me empezaran a gustar las Pullips.
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Por Mark Mounts
Se supone que nosotros los cristianos somos felices. Aún cuando – y especialmente cuando- las cosas no van bien. No somos inmunes a los momentos difíciles de la vida- un deterioro en la salud, crisis de desempleo, problemas financieros, adi...
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De la derrota sacamos experiencia, de la inocencia a veces valentía, del horror fuerza, del miedo muuuuchas pausas.
Manifest pel 25N de la Lluna del Clot:
Carmen, Leydi Yuliana, Rosa, Fadwa, Felicidad, María, Marisela, Nom no conegut, Nom no conegut, Sharita , Amparo, Nom no conegut, Paula.
Totes aquestes dones i moltes més podrien ser ara aquí, entre nosaltres, lluitant als carrers dels seus barris, però no hi són, les han matades, les han assassinades. I matant-les a elles ens maten una mica a totes, perquè qualsevol dia podríem ser nosaltres.
Aquest any s’han enregistrat 91 casos d’assassinats masclistes a l’estat espanyol. La xifra oficial no reflecteix la realitat. La realitat és que a Catalunya, el masclisme mata el doble de dones de les oficialment reconegudes als registres.
Avui, 25 de novembre de 2017, 57 anys després de l’assassinat de les germanes Mirabal a mans del govern de Trujillo, ens reunim aquí per a denunciar que el nombre de feminicidis segueix sent una problemàtica preocupantment vigent malgrat el pas del temps. Tot i això, els assassinats no són més que la part visible, la que arriba a les TV, i, malgrat arribar-hi, arriba esbiaixada: NO, no hem mort, ens maten, ens assassinen pel simple fet de sentir-se’n en el dret com a homes en aquesta societat patriarcal. I això és només la punta del iceberg; quantes vegades ens han piropejat?, quantes vegades hem hagut de fer veure que parlàvem per telèfon tornant de festa?, quantes vegades ens han jutjat per la roba? Quants cops hem tornat a casa de nit amb un ull al darrere? Quantes vegades ens han fet creure que no som suficient? Que no som prou per ells? Quantes vegades ens han titllat d’exagerades per dir no a l’humor masclista? I quantes vegades ens han fet sentir culpables en patir una violació? La llista no ha fet més que començar.
El pitjor de tot és la manca de resposta per part de la justícia, com ho exemplifica el cas de la manada, en què cinc energúmens, entre els quals trobem un militar i un guàrdia civil, van violar a una noia durant les festes de San Fermín de 2016. Al judici s’han denegat unes proves més que contundents i a més a més s’ha posat en dubte la violació de la noia per uns informes d’un detectiu privat contractat pels acusats.
Estem cansades que ens qüestionin les nostres denúncies, que ens preguntin si havíem tancat bé les cames, que què fèiem tant tard soles i com anàvem vestides. Estem cansades d’haver de tornar acompanyades, de ser sexualitzades, de ser el ‘sexe dèbil’. Estem fartes de justificar-nos, de sentir vergonya, de tenir por. I diem prou.
Perquè ja n’estem fartes de l’statu quo, en què ens sentim oprimides per una societat patriarcal que ens treu llibertat i ens concep com a éssers inherentment inferiors. Per això, avui i sempre cridem juntes “no és no” davant de totes aquelles situacions que ens sotmeten.
Avui per elles, per les dones que ja no poden lluitar. I per nosaltres, perquè puguem estar al peu del canó per molts ‘NO’ que diguem, per molt tard que tonem a casa i per molta carn que ensenyem.
Només d’aquesta manera, aconseguirem una veritable revolució feminista, perquè quan el llop està en silenci qui udola és la lluna!
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The media is calling it a scandaL But its not a sleazy 'scandal'..
Jt:s a crime and a tragedy that has been played out on our campus-.
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the crime was ont: ofcynical betrayal ofthe most intimate trust; one ofthe worstforms ofviolence andsexualharassm§.!zt.
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the tragedy is one in which a young woman s· mostprivate rnoments have been exposed to the public withoutherconsent,.
that was responsible for violation ofher dignity and privacy. .
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hereducation disruptedand herlife under unimaginable strain. Andto top it all) she is being stigmatized by the very $41tietY.
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The studentorganizations on the campus exercised a welcome restraint on this matter for long, seeking to preventfurther.
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progressive student activists who did bring the matter to the notice of the .GSCASH,'requesting"GSCASH to initiate the anack on a woman student's privacy in the media and the public. (However, while maintaining restra~nt i~ pub!i~ it was.
process ofidentifying and punishing the perpetrators.).
Unfortunately, now, the meclia has got hold ofthe story and there is the very real danger that its c~veragewill add greater'.
pain to the woman's life. The JNU Administration must take measures to rein in the media and prevent further.
intrusion into the privacy ofthe victim..
Action has been initiated against the perpetrators and nothing short ofexpulsion and criminal proceedings for ..
sexual harassment and cyber crimes will suffice..
However, the issues raised by the episode will not end even if punishment is ensured in this specific case. As a.
campos community, we need to reflect and introspect on wider issues urgently..
Inthefirst place, there are disturbing signs that the episode will increaseparental reluctance to allow daughters to pursue.
higher education, especially away from home. Women negotiate all sorts ofpressures in order to secure the right to pursue.
education on par with men. An epjsode like this is not just a vicious attack on one woman -it is an attack on all women,.
threatening theirfreedom, their education and their sense ofclignity. .
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We also need to ask ourselves -what allowed such a terrible crime to take place? As in most cases of violence.
against women, the first knee-jerk reaction ofa wide section ofsociety is to blame sexual openness in general, and women's.
freedom in particular. Girls' freedom to enter boys' hostel rooms is the problem, they say. But is that really the problem?.
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Locking up women and restricting their movements in the name of 'protecting' them only increases patriarchal controls on.
women. Rather, it is increased interaction between men and women on an equal footing that will democratize relationships and.
act as a deterrent to such abhorrent incid~nts. Under no condition can we allow our hard-earned democratic rights to be.
snatched away from us in the name of 'ptotecting' women. .
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In reality, is it notpatriarchal attitudes to women andrelations/ups that are the problem? Our mostintimate relations.
are shaped and moulded by patriarchy in ways that we are scarcely aware of. Family, love between parents, spouses, lovers.
-noneof these relationships and institutions is outside the institution ofpatriarchy. Inevery instance ofhonourkilling, we see.
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bow patriarchy can lead parents to killing their own daughter. Patriarchy-and its demeaning and exploitative subjugation of.
women-is intimately entwined even with 'love', as we are reminded every time a boyfriend betrays his girlfriend's trust and.
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violates her self-hood and privacy by circulating photographs orvideos ofintimate moments, eitherfor 'revenge' orfor profit..
It needs to be stressed that such a heinous cdme must be most severely punished. But this is an issue in which we cannot.
merely take shelter in any righteous indignation against the key perpetrators. Is this not a crime in which many ofus on this.
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campus thatprides itselfon being progressive andgendersensitive have shared?.
The media is calling it a 'porn dip'-the ethics ofpornography can be debated elsewhere; but in this instance, the video.
in question was not a 'porn clip' since the woman concerned had in no way consented to the public viewing ofthe clip~· nor.
she was aware that she was being filmed. This video was watched with vicarious pleasure, in private rooms or collectively,.
copies were searched for, viewed on the net and passed on to others. Obviously, there was silence from many quarters when.
neighbours shared and viewed this violation of a woman's privacy. Wasn't there a lapse of collective responsibility in this ·' .
crime against women? Such questions may make us uncomfortable, but they must be asked..
Let us unitedly seek punishment for the perpetrators of this horror and justice for our fellow woman student..
burdenofguilt,stigmatisation placed bysocietyon the woman victim, lestsuch isolation and burden borne alone can take But let us also begin the process ofintrospection and atonement for this crime. Let us do·all we can to end any isolation or.
a terrible and tragic tolL Let us, students and teachers, do what we can to enable all concem~d to allow her to continue hereducation and live her life with full confidence and clignity. Let us, in solidarity with all victims ofsuch crimes, declare.
loud and clear that women who are victims of such horrific crimes are not 'the accused' and they bear neitherthe culpability ofsilent spectators or vicarious viewers ofsexual harassment and violence against women. .
shame nor guilt -it is the rest of us who instead should shoulder the shame and guilt as a society, introspecting onShephalika, President, AISA, JNU .
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Pero, ¡ah!
No todo era culpa del televisor.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....
Ella era culpable, si se hubiese dado cuenta antes, si hubiese reaccionado a tiempo...
¿A tiempo de qué? Ni siquiera estaba segura de que por qué le había sucedido eso, de por qué había enloquecido, de por qué se había convertido en una psicópata, no estaba segura de nada.
No quedaba nada sano que poder salvar, ella también debía morir...
Y fue una gran matanza, una bonita historia entre un taladro, un televisor y una chica...
Y sólo el taladro quedó con vida...
FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!
La guerra fou la culpable de tot: fam, penúries i desgràcies van caure sobre la nostra família com si el món sencer s’estimbés contra els vidres dels nostres vells i llargs dies. Un malaurat 28 d’octubre del 1943, ens regiraren la casa de cap a peus, ens trencaren els mobles, cremaren també els records... Ens van estripar la vida endinsant-nos sense opció a Dachau, a pocs quilòmetres de Munic. Passàrem els dies menjant pobrament rosegons de peles de patates. A les criatures, els donaven un got de llet al mes. Vam estar en aquell odiós camp de concentració gairebé mig any, suportant crits de soldats ensinistrats, de robots sense sentiments creats amb un únic fi, amenaces, discriminacions, masclisme... De tant en tant, la mare, amb alguna dona més, intentava apropar-se a la reixa que ens separava dels homes, però només va aconseguir saludar el pare tres vegades. El fred se’ns menjava. La força del desembre congelat ens tallava els llavis i, a poc a poc, la vida. Els nens intentaven jugar amb la neu, però no els quedaven forces ni per construir un divertit ninot que els fes oblidar, encara que fos per uns instants, el maleït malson en què vivien. Les dones més grans els explicaven contes per passar l’estona, però, com trobareu raonable, al cap de quatre o cinc mesos, les faunes i llegendes s’esgoten. Cada setmana desapareixien desenes de persones i n’apareixien de noves. Un dia de gener, la mare s’apropà a la frontera sexista per veure el seu marit, però, com de costum, no n’obtingué resposta. Quan, desolada, girava cua desfent el camí que havia emprat per arribar en aquell punt que podia acabar en alegria i devoció, sentí un xiulet suau. Al•ludida, imaginà que reclamaven la seva atenció i, efectivament, la cridaven a ella des de l’altra banda. Per la seva ment va passar la remota imaginació que qui la demanés fos, ara per quart cop, el seu marit i, simultàniament, els seus llavis van dibuixar un somriure graciós i les galtes, semblant un cel de tardor, se li enrojolaren. Exaltada, es girà en la direcció del so i, decebuda, no va trobar el pare enlloc, sinó un home brut i prim que, ensopit i amb por, li feia saber, amb el seu condol, que s’havien emportat el seu marit, amb una vintena d’homes més, i que feia setmanes que no els veien. Vaja, que havia mort.
Tot això s’ha acabat, però, indirectament, encara viuen i es veuen els moviments feixistes i antisemites d’animadversió envers els jueus.
I´ve always liked to read. I cannot tell you the name of the first book I read or how many I´ve read. But there are books that have left a mark, either for the stories that brought them to me or for the stories they told.
When I moved to England I had to get rid of many things, sell other things and put what I couldn't fit in my luggage in a box and put it in my closet with the hope to bring it here one day.
Most of the things in that box are books, barely half of the books I used to own, those books I couldn't get rid of and trust me, I got rid of MANY.
But there was an even smaller group that I couldn't leave behind, books that meant something, books that fill me with memories and left a mark.
Narraciones Extraordinarias is one of them.
It was given to me 18 years ago, when I moved to San Pedro Sula for the first time.
I never thought that Edgar Allan Poe would become my favorite writer, that his style would be influence so much the way I write and that, in a way, he would be to blame for Dave and I meeting.
Today is my favorite writer's 205th birthday and it seemed appropiate that my photo for this day would be in his honour.
Siempre me ha gustado leer. No les podría decir cual fue el primer libro que leí, ni muchos menos cuantos he leído. Pero hay libros que han dejado su marca, ya sea por las anécdotas que los trajeron a mi o por sus historias.
Cuando me mudé a Inglaterra me tocó deshacerme de muchas cosas, vender otras tantas y meter lo que no cupo en mis maletas en una caja y subirlo al closet con la esperanza de algún día poder traerlo. En esa caja casi todo son libros, apenas la mitad de los libros que tenía, esos libros de los que no me pude deshacer y créanme que me deshice de MUCHOS. Pero hubo un grupo aún más reducido de libros que no podía dejar atrás, libros que significan algo, que me llenan de recuerdos y que me dejaron una marca.
Narraciones Extraordinarias es uno de esos libros.
Me lo regalaron hace 18 años, cuando me mudé a SPS por primera vez.
Jamás pensé que Edgar Allan Poe se convertiría en mi escritor favorito, que su estilo influiría tanto en la forma que escribo y que incluso sería, de alguna manera, el culpable de que Dave y yo nos conociéramos.
Hoy es el cumpleaños 205 de mi escritor favorito y me pareció lógico que mi foto de este día sea en su honor.
Un grupo de jóvenes se echó a la calle tras los dramáticos acontecimientos de Bagua, en los que policías e indígenas resultaron muertos por la ineptitud de los políticos, en connivencia con Estados Unidos y vendidos a las petroleras.
La PAH Sabadell commemora el Dia dels Innocents assenyalant els que consideren culpables. Fotos: J.d.A
Ahí va mi segundo robado. Me cuesta mucho ésto de los robados, me siento mal, culpable de estar haciendo algo malo....
September 30, 2018
Winnipeg, Manitoba
A round dance was held at Portage and Main to commemorate the damage wrought by the Canadian Indian residential school system.
Residential schools were boarding schools run by Canada's Department of Indian Affairs in conjunction with Christian churches, from about 1870 to 1996. Both Anglican and Catholic churches were culpable.
Attendance at residential schools was compulsory, and Indigenous children were forcibly removed from their homes by government agents. That made both the Government of Canada and the Church collaborators in one of the largest mass kidnappings in history.
The function of the schools was to 'erase the Indian' by forcing children into speaking English or French. Severe punishment was given to those who disobeyed and continued to speak their own language.
The residential schools also became known for unchecked and widespread physical and emotional abuse by clergy. St. Anne’s Indian Residential School even had its own electric chair, something the Canadian government was aware of and didn’t stop. This was only one of the horrors students were forced to endure. High rates of child mortality within the nationwide system went uninvestigated, with many of the dead buried in unmarked graves.
Within the last week, a Saskatchewan radio station broadcast an advertisement paid for by the Frontier Centre for Public Policy (FCPP), a Winnipeg-based organization. The ad, featuring Roger Currie, claims that the indignities perpetrated by residential schools are a myth. The terrible claims made by former students have been independently investigated and found to be true. The Church and the Government of Canada have both since apologised for their roles, with the latter having unilaterally paid financial recompense to those remaining survivors who were victimized by the system.
The generational ramifications of the Canadian Indian residential school system are still visible today; indigenous men and women are marginalised and discriminated against in what are becoming public spectacles. Despite promises made by our current Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, very little has been done by his government to find common ground with the Indigenous population. At times it seems as though the Government of Canada is still at odds with the Indians, as it was in the old days.
Nothing like a little good ol'fashion Cuban propaganda. On second though, maybe the Castro bros. were on to something with this one!