When you type "Feminicide" on your keyboard, the red dashes of the spellchecker appear. A word that still sounds like a chimera, an unclassified fact, a misdeed of society. However, it is spreading like an epidemic in many countries. It is an open wound that women all over the world have to deal with every day.
I am French and I have been living in Mexico for almost five years. I grew up with the western feminist values of the 60's, but it is Latin America that has offered me to witness the continuity of the feminist struggle. Thus, on March 8, 2019, International Women's Rights Day, I find myself in Ecatepec de Morelos, the so-called "Mexican capital of feminicides." Among the many tirades of the demonstration, one sentence captures my attention "To be a woman in Mexico is to understand that you can be used and thrown away like a piece of trash". Reflecting a society for which the only fact of being a woman exposes you to violence, how to live and survive in this context?
According to the UN, 11 women are killed every day in the country and more than 95% of cases of violence go unpunished. Fatima, Ingrid, Victoria... the list of victims is long and continues to be the subject of much ink in the Mexican national press. And because after the fear comes the pain, it is then the anger that arises and animates.
The reportage is about the duality that exists between what remains of those who disappear and the strength that is born.
