The Contraculture/In Feminicidio
A CONTRACULTURA / IN FEMINICIDIO
It was an afternoon of expectation every month those women met to expose their lives, pains and loves were part of a group like so many others and various parts of the city and the world.
They came to comfort themselves, to seek encouragement for their hard lives tired of the routine that kills children, unemployment, alcoholism of the companions the poverty and the pain and suffering that they carried besides the stigma of abused and violated women in their amorous and affective relations many already marked in the flesh and bruised by violence often suffered.
Pounding not only in the heart, but also in the emotion hurt by the purple scorn of the horror in their bodies filled with cuts and bruises so often victims of the public power itself that did not always welcome, did not feel protected or as women or citizens. Subjugated into a male world to live in ignorance of their class and condition.
It was on an afternoon of this afternoon that after an account of one more night punches, kicks, slaps and attempted death that Lindinalva reported that she was already tired of this world and life and let it be known that next time she would die or die, she could not take her children any more crying, crying, begging the father that does not hit his mother with promises of one day I will grow and everything will change.
She left the logos group after I finished I heard some advice from the woman leaves it to the side think about your children and I heard from the counselors of the group well we need to talk maybe take you and your children to a shelter or report it to the police maybe, now not the oldest will arrive soon from school I have to go home to prepare what I can and have for dinner.
Two weeks after around 4 o'clock in the morning she heard cries and cries of children from the humble house where she lived the neighbors called the police who on arrival found her with bleeding lips, clothes torn puffy eyes of the punch he had taken from his companion ( husband) and frightened children in fear and shock.
A report card was sent to the police station, but I do not get arrested, but that the end of the night, because there was no record, was released and spent some nights in the world or in the house of relatives and friends.
After a week or more he returned to see the children and ended up staying and the sim followed the days in what appeared to be a passing peace where all the past had been forgotten as well as the bruises and bruises already lived and emotionally marked.
Lindinalva in his bruised heart let time pass, but the thought of putting an end to that situation not then one night while the sleeping companion boiled the water in a hot kettle and after making sure that he slept when he was on the side with the exposed ear tossed without mercy that hot hatred that sweet revenge that one day I loved you, I respected and admired now only the pain of the other who cried with pain the children woke up frightened saw the father screaming blind in pain at the cries of I mato miserable daughter of a mare, devil, daughter of the devil I kill you.
Thus the companion lived for the first time the counterculture of hatred, pain and suffering that he himself sowed through life to his wife and children.
He went to hospital did not die had only a tympanic injury and now only listens well to the side of the loneliness abandoned by the wife and children that was taken to a shelter and after being sent to relatives' house in another state.
When it happened again the group and the report of Lindinalva spread what happened another woman who belonged to the group reported the following that always heard his mother to tell that it was a known fact of the region of the Northeast that she came that women who were very abused by the husband they used to report that one day they would pour boiling water into the ears of their husbands while they slept.
I did not seek to know the news or by his own son of a mother from Pernambuco who had already reported this same fate to the men who abused, I just confirm this and I make it clear that this is not an account of hatred or revenge, but only one an account of a tradition that seems to me to have been disseminated due to a lack of public policies and in defense of women, now being covered by the Maria da Penha law and women's police stations and other complementary laws. @ mauriciopartyguy / because life matters.
It was an afternoon of expectation every month those women met to expose their lives, pains and loves were part of a group like so many others and various parts of the city and the world.
They came to comfort themselves, to seek encouragement for their hard lives tired of the routine that kills children, unemployment, alcoholism of the companions the poverty and the pain and suffering that they carried besides the stigma of abused and violated women in their amorous and affective relations many already marked in the flesh and bruised by violence often suffered.
Pounding not only in the heart, but also in the emotion hurt by the purple scorn of the horror in their bodies filled with cuts and bruises so often victims of the public power itself that did not always welcome, did not feel protected or as women or citizens. Subjugated into a male world to live in ignorance of their class and condition.
It was on an afternoon of this afternoon that after an account of one more night punches, kicks, slaps and attempted death that Lindinalva reported that she was already tired of this world and life and let it be known that next time she would die or die, she could not take her children any more crying, crying, begging the father that does not hit his mother with promises of one day I will grow and everything will change.
She left the logos group after I finished I heard some advice from the woman leaves it to the side think about your children and I heard from the counselors of the group well we need to talk maybe take you and your children to a shelter or report it to the police maybe, now not the oldest will arrive soon from school I have to go home to prepare what I can and have for dinner.
Two weeks after around 4 o'clock in the morning she heard cries and cries of children from the humble house where she lived the neighbors called the police who on arrival found her with bleeding lips, clothes torn puffy eyes of the punch he had taken from his companion ( husband) and frightened children in fear and shock.
A report card was sent to the police station, but I do not get arrested, but that the end of the night, because there was no record, was released and spent some nights in the world or in the house of relatives and friends.
After a week or more he returned to see the children and ended up staying and the sim followed the days in what appeared to be a passing peace where all the past had been forgotten as well as the bruises and bruises already lived and emotionally marked.
Lindinalva in his bruised heart let time pass, but the thought of putting an end to that situation not then one night while the sleeping companion boiled the water in a hot kettle and after making sure that he slept when he was on the side with the exposed ear tossed without mercy that hot hatred that sweet revenge that one day I loved you, I respected and admired now only the pain of the other who cried with pain the children woke up frightened saw the father screaming blind in pain at the cries of I mato miserable daughter of a mare, devil, daughter of the devil I kill you.
Thus the companion lived for the first time the counterculture of hatred, pain and suffering that he himself sowed through life to his wife and children.
He went to hospital did not die had only a tympanic injury and now only listens well to the side of the loneliness abandoned by the wife and children that was taken to a shelter and after being sent to relatives' house in another state.
When it happened again the group and the report of Lindinalva spread what happened another woman who belonged to the group reported the following that always heard his mother to tell that it was a known fact of the region of the Northeast that she came that women who were very abused by the husband they used to report that one day they would pour boiling water into the ears of their husbands while they slept.
I did not seek to know the news or by his own son of a mother from Pernambuco who had already reported this same fate to the men who abused, I just confirm this and I make it clear that this is not an account of hatred or revenge, but only one an account of a tradition that seems to me to have been disseminated due to a lack of public policies and in defense of women, now being covered by the Maria da Penha law and women's police stations and other complementary laws. @ mauriciopartyguy / because life matters.
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