Thursday, May 11, 2017

Protest Beyond Borders

"A riot is the language of the unheard."- The Reverened Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Join me in this video as I reflect on a recent protest experience here in Buenos Aires. I examine my previous experiences in the U.S. and offer words for others in ministry in our collective journey for justice. 

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Saturday, May 6, 2017

An Open Letter to Argentine (Porteños) men


Dear Porteños,
                It has come to my attention that many of you are in need of medical treatment seeing as how you are continuously breaking your necks to look at women. At first I thought it was just a twitch that a few of you may have. Then I began to notice that you also do this while operating motor vehicles, maneuvering bicycles, and even caring for small children. This seems like a very dangerous medical condition to have in addition to a loss of vision that is becoming more common on a regular basis. It is apparent that your sight must be diminishing as the unwarranted eye contact walking down the streets is on the verge of invasiveness. I am beginning to worry for the general population as these symptoms have led to a devastating decrease in the mortality rate of women across the country and an increase in gender based violence. Well, I am not a doctor so I will diagnose you no longer. However I do have a number of questions for you since we are already here.
                First of all, who is this “Morocha” that you keep calling for? It seems that she must be quite popular since she is always on the tip of your tongues. Should I help you look for her? I am concerned that she is either completely deaf based on the way you shout Morocha from across the street or that she has the hearing of a dog since you enjoy whispering her name so softly on your breath when I walk by. Maybe this Morocha is missing? With the unfortunate reality that a woman in Argentina is killed every thirty hours, it is important to report all missing persons.
                This leads me to my next question. Who is this Hermosa character? Any relation to Mororcha? It seems like she really enjoys sleezy dirty men since that is all who seem to say her name. It’s crazy really to hear all of you; young, old, walking with children, driving by on the passenger side, and/ or sitting in church pews. Since I have been here I have heard these cries for Hermosa from the internet guy, the train conductors, the elderly men who attend church, the friends of the elderly men who attend church, the local parrilla chef, the remis drivers, the strange man who drives around at night offering women rides but is not a remis driver, and other spectators on the street. It is almost as Hermosa has identified every potential creep in the Province of Buenos Aires. A job well done. I think I am most curious about why all of these old men are so confident?
I cannot help but ask, did you hear about this Perez girl? I don’t think her name was Mororcha or Hermosa. She was sixteen though when she was drugged, raped, and left for dead in Mar de la Plata- a teenager. Do you know of the other sixteen year old Horacelia Genesis from Posadas? She was stabbed and dismembered by her thirty- four year old partner and father of her seven year old daughter. Well, I am sure you hear of Melina Romero whose body was found on the riverbank in Jose Leon Suarez after celebrating her seventeenth birthday. In Argentina it has been reported that about fifty five women over the age of thirteen reports being a victim of gender based violence every single day. I can only imagine why it’s so hard for you to find these anonymous women that you keep shouting at.  
As much as I would love to make this letter a huge joke about embarrassing are your acts of desperation and self-hate, the reality is this is not a laughing matter. In reality it is already uncomfortable listening to you moan and groan trying to get my attention however I challenge you to imagine the fear that is struck in many women trying live peacefully while trying to prevent “harmless” cat-calling turn into a Special Victims Unit case. This is not an irrational fear but a statistically proven and experienced based fear a number of us carry on our backs. I am not your Morocha. I am not your Hermosa.  If I pass you every single day in a collar or in sweatpants, it does not give you the right to make me feel uncomfortable while living in community with you. Your display of hyper- masculinity is as tacky as a River Plate jersey. Check yourself and check your friends.

Sincerely yours truly,


Nicolette Marie Faison I



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