The march in which several hundreds of women took part this Friday afternoon had a specific and unusual objective: to protest in front of a media outlet that has published the most rugged photos of Ingrid Escamilla’s murder, the last of the thousands of femicides that make Mexico a cemetery every year. Every protest in the street It tries to start some achievement of the many that remain to be achieved in favor of equality and the elimination of violence. In a demonstration like this Friday, it is not difficult to randomly interview a woman and tell this: “I am here to ask for justice for all victims of violence. Also for my daughter who was abused with seven years by my partner’s brother, 43. He is free, we are still demanding a sentence. ” Erika Martínez is 41 years old, a black mane and a calm countenance. Hit a pewter pot with a spoon.
Until we reach the doors of the event diary, whose director has claimed a meeting, the protest has played with the police and journalists as cat and mouse. The rows of agents flanking the march had to move like a long snake from one place to another when the march suddenly decided to change direction. Hundreds of police women have guarded the route from the Palace of Fine Arts, surrounded on a large perimeter by a brass wall that made it impassable, to the newspaper, which was also walled seamlessly by dozens of agents.
In front of the La Prensa building is the Carlos Septién García journalism school, also protected by a small legion of agents with shields that have finished full of green and mauve graffiti. “They put these women [policías] here to face them, but they have no other, they are working, they get paid for it, ”apologized a hooded young woman with a handkerchief covering her half face.
In that little street of Doctor Basilio Badillo, the moments of tension, spray and hammers have begun with which the young women struggled to break the windows of a van that seemed put to the effect: abandoned, ramshackle, for the pitting. Several hooded men in a very bad mood faced some journalists and urged them to leave: “Out of men, out of men,” they frightened them with the banners of the banners. “Don’t talk to me,” a woman with a covered face and dressed in black told a cameraman who refused to quit his job. Walking the afternoon, they would light some cars.
Few demonstrations against the press have had such a huge number of journalists, drones and cameras, before which women have occasionally stopped until a speaker has called for coherence: “Companions, this demonstration is against the press, do not stop for the photo, let’s move forward. ” Later, in front of the newspaper they were addressing, they have specified the message: “The press must respect the reality of the massacre. Mexico is in a national emergency. With our deaths they show. ”
Asked a hooded by the role that the media have played in the advancement of feminism in the world replied succinctly: “I do not know in other places in the world, in Mexico no, the press fucks him more”. The university Araceli, however, believes that the media have also contributed “historically to the counting of the struggle.” And Martínez, the mother of the abused, unemployed and evicted girl from her home by the aggressor, says the press has also “helped politicians turn to see. But there must be limits, ”he warns. Trust feminism and protest in the street, because thanks to that, he says, the investigation of his daughter’s case has advanced.
Less trust the Government of Mexico. “He is not trained, you just have to see that they grant the accused the benefit of the doubt, ”says Martínez. “The elites have the tools to transform things but they don’t do it because with our bodies they produce and generate profit,” says Araceli. And he adds: “Everything we have won has been a pure struggle, we have taken every right, the governments give us nothing.”
The banners said the rest: “Mexico feminicida”. “Ingrid is not dead, Ingrid is all.” And the march was circulating on the side of the Alameda Central, one of the emblematic parks of the city, where the speakers of a mobile stall with Latin rhythm sounded: “How can I fall in love with you, if you despise me every so often”.
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