A few months ago, social media around the world, especially in South America, focused on the search for two young Argentine travelers who disappeared while carrying a backpack planned by a beautiful country, Ecuador.
Marina Menegazzo and Maria José Coni were brutally killed by two demons, their family and friends wondering why they had stayed in a precarious house on the Ecuadorian coast on the night of February 22.
- Alberto Mina Ponce and Aurelio Eduardo Rodríguez are their executors.
- They did not want to be touched.
- They did not want to submit and they ended their lives.
- They did not respect their decision.
- They did not respect their integrity.
- They did not respect their lives.
- Now the whole world distills hatred of them.
- A hatred that will hide for these two killers for the rest of their lives.
However, as we have said, unfortunately social media has begun to ask themselves inexplicable questions such as: what did they do when they were travelling alone, how did they dress?Why did you come into this house with these two men?What did you expect?
We answer: who else should they travel with?What does it matter how they were dressed, are they responsible for your murder?Why do people ask for that sometimes? The good question is what they’re going to do with these two killers and how we’re going to get rid of the virus that’s contaminating this sick society.
The author of this open letter is Guadalupe Acosta, who with it invites the whole world to take on the shoes of these women and raise her voice against machismo, gender-based violence and the injustice of questions about these murders.
I was killed yesterday
I refused to be touched and my skull exploded with a stick, they stuck a knife in me and left me ungrateed.
Like garbage, they put me in a black polyethylene bag, tied with wrapping tape and threw me to a beach, where hours later they found me.
But worse than death, was the humiliation that followed
From the moment they had my body inert, no one asked where the son of a bitch who had ended my dreams, my hopes, my life was.
No, actually, they started asking me unnecessary questions, can you imagine me?A dead woman, who can’t talk, who can’t defend he hes hemselves.
What were you wearing?
Why were you alone?
How will a woman travel without company?
You’ve entered a dangerous neighborhood. That you’ve been waiting for
They questioned my parents for giving me wings, for letting me be independent, like any human being, they were told that we were definitely high and that we were looking for that problem, that we did something, that they should have controlled us more. .
And just dead, I understood that no, that for the world I am not like a man, that dying was my fault, that it always will be, if the headline said that the dead were two young travelers, people would comment on their condolences, while with their false and hypocritical rhetoric they would ask for a harsher sentence for the killers.
But being a woman, everything is minimized. This becomes less serious, because of course I’ve been looking for this trap, by doing what I wanted, I found what I deserved not to be submissive, not wanting to stay home, investing my own money in my dreams. this and much more, I was condemned.
And I was upset because I’m not here anymore, but you’re. And she’s a woman. And you have to put up with them still rubbing the same “respects” speech, which is your fault if they yell at you, they want to touch you/lick/suck some of your genitals on the street to walk in shorts 40 degrees of heat, that if you travel alone, you’re one?Crazy, and of course, if anything happened to you, if your rights were violated, you were looking for it.
I ask you that for me and for all the women who were silent, silenced, had their lives and dreams shattered, you raised your voice, let me fight by your side, in spirit, and I promise you that one day there will be so many, that there will not be enough bags to lock us all.