HOH in Hispanic Culture: Latin America the Most Dangerous Place for a Woman?
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Here4Lauryn
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Hispanics and their problems; and they are not our brothers and sisters.
HopeKillCure
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Facts.
It's basically just common sense that you've to bring something to the table if you want some level of respect in a relationship. Even in normal friendship among guys - no one rates freeloaders. If you're freeloader, nikkas are going to take the piss and violate you all the time. Now imagine what men in a society that's all about patriarchy would do to women.
It's just sad all around and the women need to empower themselves (not the American style of empowerment with slut-walk and p*ssy riots) and that might create a change in mentality.
Look at cultures like the ones in the middle east where women are shyt: the men literally buy those women from a young age and groom them. You don't expect those men to respect those women. But their case is different because it's part of their tradition and customary laws. This one is just nuts.
HopeKillCure
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It’s 12 women killed per day, one woman murdered every 2 hours throughout the whole region
...Not counting Brazil.
Femicide: the scourge that kills 12 women a day in Latin America
Univision independently gathered data from each country in Latin America also.
This ain’t just one source, these are multiple sources from outside the region and inside the region ( like univision)
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ElMorenoFeo809
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femicide is like a huge problem in latin america. Its crazy.
HopeKillCure
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'My husband was killed while trying to murder me, and I went to jail.'
Lucia Sandoval was almost killed by her husband after she reported his abuse to authorities. During a struggle over a gun, he was shot and killed. After almost four years in pre-trial detention, Sandoval was acquitted. The Paraguayan woman studied law in prison and is now fighting to win back her children and help other victims.
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I thought my life was normal. We got married after my youngest son was born. We lived well. We didn't want for anything.
But then our relationship started to change.
He traveled a lot, and started to drink. He always had a strong character. At first, he was not physically violent, although he did abuse me verbally. Then that got worse. It started with pushing and yanking my hair, and then it turned brutal. People around me didn't know anything because I had very few friends. I stayed home almost all of the time. I lost contact with the outside world. I wound up alone, with my four-year-old daughter and a one-month-old boy. I was 36.
....
My three-year-old son woke up one night when my husband was attacking me, and he tried to defend me. He hit his father with a slipper, and his father threw him against the wall. That was the final straw.
I filed a complaint. Five days later, they called me to the court and handed me a restraining order and told me to give it to my husband. They should not have asked me to do that, but I didn't know it at the time.
I handed him the notification, and I think that was detonator for what happened later. At first I thought he would refuse to leave the house. But two days later, on a Sunday, he left without keys. I was sure he would never return.
But he had another key. He came back at night. He went into the house and waited for me. The kids and I had been with a friend until late. If I had known he was there, I never would have gone in.
He was sitting in the shadows, listening to music, smoking and drinking beer. When I saw him, I ignored him. I took my sleeping children from the car and put them in their beds. When I went back to the car to get my purse, he was waiting for me in the kitchen. That's where the fight started.
....
He pushed me, and I saw that he had a gun in his waistband. He was furious over the court order. He said he was not leaving, that no one was going to force him out of his house, that he was going to discipline me because that's what I needed. And that if anyone was going to leave it would be me, but dead. He said that no one would miss me, that no one would care. He hit me in the chest. I fell down twice, but I got up.
I wanted to take away his gun, but he was stronger than me. During the fight a shot went off, and I didn't know whether it hit him or me. We were both covered in blood, but I never touched the gun.
When the shot went off, my daughter came out of her room and I shouted to her to call the neighbors. She witnessed her father bleeding, and I think that to this day she has not been able to erase that image.
He was bleeding a lot. I covered him with a t-shirt. I didn't think he was going to die. I only wanted to save him. We went to the hospital with his sister. I don't even remember parts of that trip.
Crazy
Lucia Sandoval was almost killed by her husband after she reported his abuse to authorities. During a struggle over a gun, he was shot and killed. After almost four years in pre-trial detention, Sandoval was acquitted. The Paraguayan woman studied law in prison and is now fighting to win back her children and help other victims.
...
I thought my life was normal. We got married after my youngest son was born. We lived well. We didn't want for anything.
But then our relationship started to change.
He traveled a lot, and started to drink. He always had a strong character. At first, he was not physically violent, although he did abuse me verbally. Then that got worse. It started with pushing and yanking my hair, and then it turned brutal. People around me didn't know anything because I had very few friends. I stayed home almost all of the time. I lost contact with the outside world. I wound up alone, with my four-year-old daughter and a one-month-old boy. I was 36.
....
My three-year-old son woke up one night when my husband was attacking me, and he tried to defend me. He hit his father with a slipper, and his father threw him against the wall. That was the final straw.
I filed a complaint. Five days later, they called me to the court and handed me a restraining order and told me to give it to my husband. They should not have asked me to do that, but I didn't know it at the time.
I handed him the notification, and I think that was detonator for what happened later. At first I thought he would refuse to leave the house. But two days later, on a Sunday, he left without keys. I was sure he would never return.
But he had another key. He came back at night. He went into the house and waited for me. The kids and I had been with a friend until late. If I had known he was there, I never would have gone in.
He was sitting in the shadows, listening to music, smoking and drinking beer. When I saw him, I ignored him. I took my sleeping children from the car and put them in their beds. When I went back to the car to get my purse, he was waiting for me in the kitchen. That's where the fight started.
....
He pushed me, and I saw that he had a gun in his waistband. He was furious over the court order. He said he was not leaving, that no one was going to force him out of his house, that he was going to discipline me because that's what I needed. And that if anyone was going to leave it would be me, but dead. He said that no one would miss me, that no one would care. He hit me in the chest. I fell down twice, but I got up.
I wanted to take away his gun, but he was stronger than me. During the fight a shot went off, and I didn't know whether it hit him or me. We were both covered in blood, but I never touched the gun.
When the shot went off, my daughter came out of her room and I shouted to her to call the neighbors. She witnessed her father bleeding, and I think that to this day she has not been able to erase that image.
He was bleeding a lot. I covered him with a t-shirt. I didn't think he was going to die. I only wanted to save him. We went to the hospital with his sister. I don't even remember parts of that trip.
Crazy
HopeKillCure
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People seem to think this is all made up nonsense.
The numbers and the stories are crazy! I think. Some people can’t read Spanish, so they have no idea how common and serious this is in Latin America.
HopeKillCure
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'I was the victim of an acid attack. Now I help other women look in the mirror again.'
Colombia is one of the countries where acid attacks happen most frequently. Gina Potes was one of the first women to denounce this brutal form of violence 20 years ago. Nearly 30 surgeries later, she uses her scars as a tool to help other women who have suffered this type of violence.
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My name is Gina Potes, I am one of the many women survivors of acid attacks in Colombia. I won the first sad spot on that list 20 years ago and, somehow, I was also the first to stand up. On October 28, 1996, they broke into my house: "Who made you so pretty?" They asked. Then they threw a substance on me that burned most of my face, neck, and body.
I was 20 years old. At that moment, life made a 180 degree turn. My dreams and illusions were always in the background, behind the tears, sadness, depression, the desire to die, guilt, remorse, questions.
I considered myself the ugliest woman in the world. I said goodbye to my own face on a daily basis. I saw my deformed chin. I could not open my mouth. The pretty mole I had under my lip was gone. My eyes, although not affected, were not the same. That woman in the mirror was not me. For me there was nothing in this world. Not even God.
They hitting women in the face with Acid. Thought this was only a middle eastern thing
Colombia is one of the countries where acid attacks happen most frequently. Gina Potes was one of the first women to denounce this brutal form of violence 20 years ago. Nearly 30 surgeries later, she uses her scars as a tool to help other women who have suffered this type of violence.
...
My name is Gina Potes, I am one of the many women survivors of acid attacks in Colombia. I won the first sad spot on that list 20 years ago and, somehow, I was also the first to stand up. On October 28, 1996, they broke into my house: "Who made you so pretty?" They asked. Then they threw a substance on me that burned most of my face, neck, and body.
I was 20 years old. At that moment, life made a 180 degree turn. My dreams and illusions were always in the background, behind the tears, sadness, depression, the desire to die, guilt, remorse, questions.
I considered myself the ugliest woman in the world. I said goodbye to my own face on a daily basis. I saw my deformed chin. I could not open my mouth. The pretty mole I had under my lip was gone. My eyes, although not affected, were not the same. That woman in the mirror was not me. For me there was nothing in this world. Not even God.
They hitting women in the face with Acid. Thought this was only a middle eastern thing
ElMorenoFeo809
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Pregnant 16-Year-Old Killed and Stuffed in Suitcase Allegedly By Boyfriend and His Mother
This was all over on the national news in DR for days last month. R.i.p
This was all over on the national news in DR for days last month. R.i.p
HopeKillCure
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Been to Honduras and this is a big problem in the smaller countryside and in San Pedro Sula