Ni Una Mas (Not One More) Femicide in Mexico

I’ve written how mothers are venerated here in Mexico. I’ve written about how the Virgen Maria de Guadalupe, the ultimate mother, has played a key part in the independence of Mexico. However I’ve also written about the hissing and booing of Malinche in Mexican history, and here is where the juxtaposition of femicide in Mexico begins. Femicide is defined as the killing of women by males because they are female. As opposed to homicide, femicide is linked closely with sexual violence enacted to punish, blame and control the actions, emotions and behavior of women. It is the most common crime in the world and has the highest level of impunity for perpetrators. It’s hard to even find reliable statistics for Mexico since murders are covered up, bodies are never identified, disappearances remain unreported, and justice is sorely lacking. It is estimated that an average of 6-7 women per day is murdered in Mexico. Perhaps that doesn’t sound like very many, but 6 per day is 42 per week, 180 per month, 2190 per year. That’s two thousand one hundred and ninety daughters, mothers, and sisters every year. In some Mexican states, femicide rates are 15 times higher than the global average. With the death rate so high, it comes as no surprise that 63 percent of Mexican women over the age of 15 have experienced some form of gender violence, although 95 percent of the aggressors have never been held accountable in the court of law.

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To understand these staggering figures, it’s necessary to look at the nature of femicide itself and the underlying cultural of machismo in Mexico. I’m not going to write a dissertation about it, but suffice it to say that femicide is considered acceptable in many segments of Mexican society. Women are considered expendable as demonstrated by the low number of murders actually brought to justice. During 2012-2013, 3,892 women were classified as victims of femicide. Of that number, only 24 percent of the crimes were investigated and only 1.6 percent led to sentencing.

This idea of expendability was further reinforced culturally with the implementation of NAFTA. The factories that have sprung up at the border (maquiladoras) hire mostly lower wage earning young women. These working women have left the relative safety of their hometowns and family circles in order to work at the border town sweat shops and have become easy prey for unprovoked violence by strangers. Men who have been denied work because of their higher-wage earning gender seek out to harm these women to prove their macho-ness.

Not only strangers but husbands and boyfriends have also been unmanned with the economic shift. This shift directly challenges the cultural idea of Marianismo (relating to the Virgin Maria) found in Mexico.  It comes as no surprise that domestic violence is on the rise when these traditional gender roles are challenged.

In one such border town, Ciudad Juarez, over it is estimated that 700 women have disappeared and more than 360 more killed. The majority of these victims are young women, many workers in the maquiladoras, and have been sexually assaulted before their death. The Inter-American Court of Human Rights found the state complicity guilty of these deaths in 2009 because so few were ever even investigated much less documented adequately. Ciudad Juarez was previously sanctioned by the National Human Rights Commission for gross irregularities and general negligence including the misidentification of corpses, lack of expert forensic evidence, failure to conduct autopsies or obtain semen samples, failure to file reports and incompetent record keeping when it came to female victims.

One important differentiation between femicide and homicide is that the murder is committed by someone who takes advantage of his elevated social of physical power over a woman. There are countless known examples of the authorities in Mexico abusing their social position and power. Some femicides are believed to be related to the powerful drug cartels, found in Ciudad Juarez and other areas of Mexico. Prostitution rings and human trafficking are real dangers for women in Mexico.

In the State of Mexico, while now President Peña Nieto was governor of the state, at least 1,997 women were murdered. One particularly horrifying incident of abuses done to women by those in power occurred in 2006 when Mexican troops were called in, by Governor Peña Nieto, to end the protestations of local flower sellers in a community near the capital. In San Salvador Atenco, at least 11 women were detained by police and transported to a holding facility. They were raped and beaten and denied medical treatment for days. The Inter-American Commission on Human Rights (IACHR) investigation of the matter found that the state government (under Peña Nieto) attempted to minimize the crimes. Instead of prosecuting the officers involved, the state arrested 5 of the women, having them serve more than a year in prison for blocking traffic during the initial flower seller protest. Within a culture where those in power can do as they wish to women with consequence, it is no wonder femicide is rampant in Mexico.

The Inter-American Commission on Human Rights (IACHR) investigation of the matter found that the state government (under Peña Nieto) attempted to minimize the crimes. Instead of prosecuting the officers involved, the state arrested 5 of the women, having them serve more than a year in prison for blocking traffic during the initial flower seller protest. Within a culture where those in power can do as they wish to women with consequence, it is no wonder femicide is rampant in Mexico.

Quintana Roo has one of the highest human trafficking rates in Mexico. In 2005, reporter Lydia Cacho pointed fingers and named names of high-profile businessmen in Cancun and their involvement in child pornography and prostitution rings. In yet another power play by authorities, she was subsequently arrested for defamation of character, tortured and threatened with rape in an attempt to silence her.

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The Ni Una Mas (not one more) social movement in Mexico was originally organized to raise awareness for the violence against women in Ciudad Juarez. Since its initial formation, it has grown to include a variety of domestic and international organizations, all with the idea that not one more woman will disappear, not one more woman will be abused, not one more woman will be murdered.

Ni Una Mas protest September 3, 2016 Moroleon, Guanajuato

Ni Una Mas protest September 3, 2016, Moroleon, Guanajuato

On September 3, 2016, a representative group passed through Moroleon on their way to the state capital in order to ask the governor to better address the local situation. While violence against women is not as staggering in the state of Guanajuato in comparison to those areas previously mentioned, in 2015 there were 45 murders classified as femicide in the state with 13 of these occurring in the city of Leon. Only 13 arrests have been made in the 45 wrongful deaths and to date, not one conviction.

A study conducted in 2011 by ENDIREH reported that over 38% of women 15 years old or more have been victims of some sort of emotional, economic, physical or sexual violence in the state. In 2012, and 2013, there were 1034 reported rapes in Guanajuato. In 2012, there were 65-68 murders classified as femicide. Thus, this international issue is also a local issue. (See also En cuatro años, aumenta 974% desaparición de mujeres adolescentes: Redim)

Mothers, sisters, brothers, husbands, fathers, sons and daughters have taken up the pink cross in their march for justice in Moroleon, in Guanajuato, in Mexico, and in Latin America.

Ni Una Mas!

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Working boy

My son has been carrying on like a typical teenage boy about how BORED he is with his life. So I decided it was time to find him a job. I sent an email to my local acquaintances listing his stellar qualities and work experiences and asked if anyone knew of a job would they let me know.

I also started scanning the streets for help wanted signs. There were a quite a number, however, for the most part, they were looking for empleadas (female employees) because they are “known” to be more responsible than male employees. Whatever.

Of course, the other glitch is that although my son looks 17 with his bitty ‘stache and impressive height, he’s only 14, thus underage for most positions. So our cruising around didn’t get us very far.

Then my boss’s husband’s sister sent me an email asking if my son was employed. If not, she could offer him some hours at the papeleria (stationery store). He’d work there before but was replaced with a ‘chacha (girl) after a few months with no explanation.

The catch is he would be working with the elderly mother as sort of a caretaker/salesperson until the daughter gets home from work and takes over. She’s well into her 80s and quite set in her ways, which makes it a bit challenging to work there and all. Well, we’d give it a shot.

The first week he was supposed to work Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday from 3 to 8. I took him to work, and the store was closed. We knocked on the door, and the old lady said his hours started at 4. So he went back at 4. Then she stated that I had said he would be starting at 5, which I hadn’t. I sent an email to the daughter and asked for clarification of the hours. 4-7:30 was the response. However, that changed yet again, now it’s 4:30 to 7:30. All righty then!

The days changed too. His days would be Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and not Saturday. Well, ok. But then on Monday, she changed them again. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and not Friday. My son changed his guitar lesson from Tuesday to Friday to accommodate the hours. Then on Tuesday, the days changed yet again back to Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Well, the music class was already scheduled so he wouldn’t be going on Fridays. (See Music Lessons)

Meanwhile, my son was invited to be a chambelan for a quinceanera party. Dance training would be Tuesday and Thursday from 5 to 7 pm. (See Attending a Quinceanera) Now he was up to his eyeballs in activities!

So, feeling overwhelmed and missing his computer time, my son didn’t want to work anymore. He said he “hated” the job. It was SO BORING. I told him that I would take him home right after school then. That wasn’t enough motivation. I said he would need to tell the girl whose party he was supposed to grace with his presence that he could not participate in the quinceanera because he didn’t have any money for the formal attire required. OK MOM I’LL GO TO WORK!

His arguments for not working were valid. He is only 14, and none of his friends have jobs. He doesn’t like it. It is pretty slow for the most part. He would rather work for himself. I said that would be great! Did he have any start-up money for his business? Nope, well, then he’d have to work at a ho-hum job until then. I reminded him how many hours I was currently working and he said that was different because I was a mom and it was my responsibility, but he was a kid and didn’t have to. So I replied that because I was a mom, I should be home baking cookies instead of working and as a male, he needed to be gainfully employed, that is if we were going to talk about stereotypes and all.

So now his hours are on Monday and Wednesday only so that he can continue with the guitar classes and begin the dance classes. I told him to stick it out until December and then we would talk again. He whined and moaned about that, but I think he’s going to try.

In the short time that he’s been working there, he has already made an impression on the local clientele. A teenage girl, maybe 16 or 17, stopped to pick up some supplies, clearly expecting to be waited on by someone else. When my son asked her what she needed, she sputtered and choked. He asked her again, and she mumbled and blushed. The third attempt allowed her to spit out her paper needs and my son packed them up in a bag. She then circled the block 3 times casting furtive, longing looks his way. He asked me why she acted like that when he had done nothing to provoke the response. I told him that teenage girls all go a bit crazy and act like that and he should just be kind when they are rendered speechless in his presence. I also told him he should be thankful that she didn’t run into a light pole. (See Knockout)

I expect as word gets out, business will be booming Mondays and Wednesdays between 4:30 and 7:30. Don’t you?

working boy

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Claudia’s San Pancho Marine Turtle Adventure–Earning theTeam Turtle Tattoo

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That afternoon I returned to the group in San Pancho to try my luck with the turtles. Frank greeted me and said we missed out when I was in Nuevo Vallarta because mom turtles had appeared, but I was given the 11:00 pm shift for another guard shift and try my luck. Once I was given the time I went back to find that Sally and Season were ready to go ahead and waiting for us on the beach. There had been some poachers and they needed to protect the turtles as they arrived. I joined the guard with Frank, Ruby, and Katherine, who were girls 16 or 15 years old I guess. They were very friendly too.

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I was in luck because another basket of baby turtles was ready to be released. We took them with us and left quickly when the other team arrived. We went all the way around the beach before finding the first nest. Sally and Season were already guarding that nest. Frank told me to get ready to release the baby turtles with Season.

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She was wearing a swimsuit and carried a lamp to guide the babies to the sea. We stood a few meters away from the water so that the baby turtles could come to the water by themselves. All of them ran their race to reach the sea. It was heartwarming to see how some reached the sea quickly and how with others, it seemed that the sea was playing with them. Two of the hatchlings were left behind. We returned to collect them because they were already tired and had to take a little break before retrying to reach the sea. Later Frank let them run again and so that they finally entered the sea.

I got back in the Buggie to give it another go and saw what I most wanted, a mother turtle was just beginning to dig the hole in the sand to lay her eggs. Katherine and Ruby stayed to care for her while Frank and I went back to finish the lap around the beach. Finally, I got off with Sally and Season. I could see how the turtle wanted to lay her eggs. She really was making an effort. When she finished with the egg laying she began to fill the nest with sand with her fins. They seemed like small hands with webbed fingers. After she filled the hole, she walked over the sand and repeated the process until it was completely covered.
I couldn’t believe the strength of the mother. I could feel the earth rumble when she was flattening the sand. Once she finished she returned to the sea so fast that I couldn’t get a video of it.

Here’s where the real work began. Sally and Season quickly marked the spot with a large X to identify the center of the nest. They used a rod to stir a little sand around the nest, I imagine to loose up the packed sand. Then they started digging carefully until they reached the eggs. These must be removed carefully and are placed in a plastic bag in groups of three. When the eggs are all collected, the final count is written on a card along with the beach area they were found and the time.

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When we came across a second turtle nest, Ruby and Katherine invited me to collect the eggs. I was afraid I wouldn’t dig well or even break an egg. They are very soft. However, I managed it. There were 97 eggs in that nest. There are never fewer than 70 eggs per nest.

We collected eggs from 5 mom turtles altogether that night. The last we collected just in time. Someone was there collecting the eggs in his raincoat while the mom was still laying them. That should never be done since it may cause the mother to not come back to the beach. I don’t know what agreement Frank came to with the person, but we managed to get most of the eggs safely. To top it off, we saw the same person with another turtle. That left me worried about what would happen to the eggs from that turtle.

We returned to the facility at 2:00 am to start packing eggs. First, you must prepare the sand using a bucket to measure the amount of water. The sand should not be completely wet, but damp.

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Season explained the packing process to me.
“When we pack the turtle eggs we first have to see how many eggs there are in a bag and pick a box size based on of the amount of eggs. Depending on the box you will have rows changing between fives and fours (added up to 36). The thick wall boxes will only have rows of four (28 on the bottom, 32 in the middle, and 28 on the top). The other two boxes will have 36 on both the bottom and middle rows and whatever you have leftover will go on the top. For the data collecting (paperwork) we write down where the nest was found on the beach, the total number of eggs in the box, the number of eggs on each layer in the box, if there was rain and/or lightning when the turtle was laying, if the turtle was there when the nest was found, who collected the nest, who packed the box, the location of the box in the nursery, and whether or not any eggs were broken. ”

We finally finished packing the eggs at 3:00 am. It was a long night and I was exhausted. The next morning was my last day, so I did some shopping and walked alaong nearly all the major streets in San Pancho. Then I went back to the facility to say goodbye to my fellow volunteers. I wasn’t able to say goodbye to Frank because he was busy working. I did say goodbye to Joslin. She took my picture and handed me my Team Turtle Tatto because I had seen a mom turtle and collected her turtle eggs.

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This trip was very gratifying and educational. In the late afternoon, I went to watch the last sunset on the beach. The scenery was very beautiful. The sky was divided into three parts. The left side was gray from heavy rain falling in Sayulita. The middle was a pink and orange sunset. The right side was pastel blue and lilac. It was my farewell from San Pancho.

So that ends my adventure to Nayarit and Puerto Vallarta. I hope to return soon to help save more marine turtles with “Grupo Ecologico de la Costa Verde”.

(Claudia’s adventures do not end here.  Just a few weeks ago, she left behind the Mexican dream and moved to the US.  She’s planning on blogging her experiences and I for one, look forward to reading Surviving the US–Adventures and Disasters)

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Ya tarde/noche en San Pancho volví al grupo para probar suerte con las tortugas. Frank me saludó y dijo que nos extrañaron en la noche que estaba en Nuevo Vallarta porque habían aparecido tortugas mamá, pero me citó a las 11:00 pm para iniciar otra guardia y probar mi suerte. Una vez dada la hora llegué nuevamente al lugar, Sally y Season estaban listas para partir y se adelantaron para esperarnos en la playa, habían aparecido algunos ladrones, había que cuidar pronto de las tortugas que llegaran. El grupo con quien me uní a la guardia fue con Frank, Rubí y Katherine, chicas de 16 o 15 años me supongo, a quienes conocí más tarde, muy amigables también.

Para mi buena fortuna había otra canastilla de bebés tortuga listas para ser liberadas y las llevamos con nosotros y por fin el equipo partió rápido para llegar, dimos una vuelta completa por toda la playa antes de encontrar el primer nido el cual ya estaban custodiando Sally y Season; Frank me dijo que bajara para liberar a las tortugas bebé junto con Season.

Ella iba con traje de baño y una lámpara para guiar a los bebés al mar. Los colocamos unos metros lejos del agua para que las tortuguitas llegaran por si mismas hasta el agua. Todas corrían su carrera por llegar al mar, era emociónate ver como algunas tocaban rápido el agua y otras parecía que el mar jugaba con ellas. Dos de las tortuguitas se quedaron atrás y las volvimos a recoger porque ya estaban cansadas y debían tomar un pequeño descanso antes de volver a intentar que llegaran al mar, más tarde Frank las dejó correr nuevamente y por fin entraron al mar.

Volví a subir al Boogie para dar otro rondín y por vi lo que tanto deseaba, una mamá tortuga estaba recién empezando a cavar el agujero en la arena para colocar sus huevos; Rubí y Katherine se quedaron a cuidarla, Frank y yo volvimos para terminar la vuelta a la playa y finalmente me bajamos con Season y Sally, pude observar cómo la tortuga suspiraba para pujar y colocar sus huevos, realmente estaba haciendo un esfuerzo. Cuando terminó empezó con sus aletas traseras a llenar de arena el nido, parecían pequeñas manos con dedos palmeados jalando la arena y después de jalar pisaba la arena y repetía el procedimiento hasta dejar bien tapado. Se sentía la fuerza de la madre porque hacía retumbar la tierra cuando aplanaba la arena; una vez que termina vuelve tan rápido al mar que no logré grabar su retorno.

Aquí comienza el trabajo, Sally y Season rápidamente marcan el lugar con una X grande para indicar el centro del nido. Después con una varilla pican un poco la arena alrededor del nido, me imagino que para soltar la arena aplanada, luego se comienza a cavar con cuidado hasta llegar a los huevos. Se debe sacar con cuidado y éstos se colocan dentro de una bolsa de plástico contando por grupos de tres, (3=1, 3=2, 3=3….) al final se hace la cuenta de la cantidad de huevos colocados y se marca la bolsa con el número de huevos recolectados, zona de la playa y la hora. También pude sacar huevos de un nido de la segunda tortuga que llegó, Rubí y Katherine me invitaron a hacerlo, tenía miedo de no cavar bien o incluso de romper un huevo al sacarlo, son muy blandos. Pero logré hacerlo y había 97 huevos en ese nido, wow, no nunca hay menos de 70 huevos en un nido.

En total esa noche recolectamos huevos de 5 mamás tortugas, la última por poco y no la contábamos, una persona había llegado antes que nosotros y estaba sacando los huevos en su impermeable cuando la tortuga aún estaba poniéndolos en el nido; eso no se debe hacer, ya que se invade la privacidad de la madre y esto puede motivarla a no volver más a esa playa. No sé a qué acuerdo llego Frank con esa persona pero logró hacer que nos lleváramos los huevos y ponerlos a salvo, pero para colmo más adelante lo volvimos a ver junto a otra tortuga, no supe qué iba a pasar con los huevos de esa otra tortuga, pero sí me dejó angustiada.

Volvimos a las 2:00 am al grupo para empezar a empaquetar los huevos. Primero se debe preparar la arena, la medida es una cubeta; esta arena no debe de estar del todo mojada, debe de estar en un término medio.

(esto lo pongo en ingles porque Season me explico mejor el proceso de empaquetado)

When we pack the turtle eggs we first have to see how many eggs there are in a bag and pick a box size based off on the amount of eggs. Depending on the box you will have rows changing between fives and fours (added up to 36). The thick wall boxes will only have rows of four (28 on the bottom, 32 in the middle, and 28 on the top). The other two boxes will have 36 on both the bottom and middle rows and whatever you have leftover will go on the top. For the data collecting (paperwork) we write down where the nest was found on the beach, the total number of eggs in the box, the number of eggs on each layer in the box, if there was rain and/or lightning when the turtle was laying, if the turtle was there when the nest was found, who collected the nest, who packed the box, the location of the box in the nursery, and whether or not any eggs were broken.

Y finalmente terminamos de empacar los huevos a las 3:00 am.

Fue una noche pesada y caí rendida. A la mañana siguiente era mi último día, así que hice mis últimas compras y paseada por casi todas las calles principales de San Pancho. Después fui al grupo a despedirme de mis compañeros voluntarios, del único que no pude despedirme fue de Frank porque estaba ocupado con sus labores.

De quien sí me despedí mejor fue de Joslin, nos tomamos una foto para el recuerdo y me entregó mi Team Turtle Tattoo porque había visto y recolectado los huevos de una mamá tortuga.

Fue muy grato todo lo que viví y aprendí de este viaje. Al casi final de la tarde fui a ver el ultimo atardecer en la playa de ese día, el paisaje era muy hermoso, esa vez la playa de San Pancho estaba dividido en tres partes, la izquierda del lado de Sayulita color gris por la fuerte lluvia que caía, en medio colores rosas y narajas por el sol y del lado derecho colores azules pastel y lilas. Esa fue mi despedida de San Pancho.

Esa fue mi Aventura por Nayarit y Puerto Vallarta, espero volver pronto para volver a ayudar por más tiempo al “Grupo Ecologico de la Costa Verde”.

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