If they kill me they will say that it was because I did not want to stay at home to cook, clean and wash for my father and my brothers, for not following their advice and continue making decisions as a man, focused on my professional growth. They will say it was because I did not listen to my grandfather when he told me to have a helpful attitude with them and train me to be a good wife.. If they kill me they will say that it was for going against the macho and misogynist mentality of my country, Mexico.
Perhaps they will also say that it was because I wrapped myself in a technological ecosystem, even though my uncle warned me that this was not a place for “little women; for not allowing a husband to take care of me, give me security and financial stability. They’ll say it was because I aspired to men’s positions and I never understood my role as a woman.
If they kill me they will say that it was because I was independent, because I left the country to live alone, to travel alone, and “alone with friends”. If they kill me they will say that it was for wearing tight dresses and not wanting to cover my curves. For being very daring and doing everything I please – to go to restaurants, bars, concerts, cafes, cinemas … and return at dawn without a man or without my boyfriend.I have never been able to wrap my head around the fact that if I’m being friendly with a man, I’m being flirtatious and that gave them the right to harass me afterwards.
They will say that because I am affectionate with my friends , regardless of gender or sexual orientation. For posting photos in social media with different men and that made me seem “easy”They will probably crucify me for sleeping so many times in the same bed with male friends because they have that strange idea that friendship between men and women doesn’t exists and, as human beings, must be treated equally.
If they kill me they will say it as because I never learned to keep quiet when something was not right, because I had my dreams, my outlook on life. Surely, they will say that it was my fault for being a woman who believed in the Utopia of peace and gender equality.
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According to the Feminicide Observatory in Mexico, seven Mexicans are killed every day, only 25% of the cases are investigated as femicides.
How long, as a society, will we stop blaming women for their rape or death?
Why do I write this? Read what’s happening in Mexico.
Speak up for what do you think is right.
Not one less.