terça-feira, 9 de outubro de 2007

Nicarágua pela vida

María de Jesús González was a practical woman. A very poor single mother, the 28-year-old's home was a shack on a mountain near the town of Ocotal in Nicaragua. She made the best of it. The shack was spotless, the children scrubbed. She earned money by washing clothes in the river and making and selling tortillas.
That nowast quite enough to feed her four young children and her elderly mother, so every few months González caught a bus to Managua, the capital, and slaved for a week washing and ironing clothes. The pay was three times better, about £2.60 a day, and by staying with two aunts she cut her costs. She would return to her hamlet with a little nest-egg in her purse. She bought herself one treat - a pair of red shoes - but she would leave them with her family in Managua, as they were no good on the mountain trails she had to go up to get home.
During a visit to Managua in February she felt unwell and visited a hospital. The news was devastating. She was pregnant - and it was ectopic, meaning the foetus was growing outside the womb and not viable. The longer González remained pregnant, the greater the risk of rupture, haemorrhaging and death.
What González did next was - when you understand what life in Nicaragua is like these days - utterly rational. She walked out of the hospital, past the obstetrics and gynaecological ward, past the clinics and pharmacies lining the avenues, packed her bag, kissed her aunts goodbye, and caught a bus back to her village. She summoned two neighbouring women - traditional healers - and requested that they terminate the pregnancy in her shack. Without anaesthetic or proper instruments it was more akin to mutilation than surgery, but González insisted. The haemhorraging was intense, and the agony can only be imagined. It was in vain. Maria died. "We heard there was a lot of blood, a lot of pain," says Esperanza Zeledon, 52, one of the Managua aunts.
González was not stupid and did not want to die. She knew her chance of surviving the butchery was small. But being a practical woman, she recognised it was her only chance, and took it. The story of why it was her only chance is an unfolding drama of religion, politics and power that has made Nicaragua a crucible in the global battle over abortion rights.

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Desde Novembro, quando o aborto passou a crime neste pais, morreram 82 mulheres, segundo o mesmo artigo. 82 mulheres. Mereciam, não é? Ou é mentira? Ou isso não interessa para a pergunta - o utilitarismo é uma grande treta? Ou isto é propaganda de esquerda?Qual é a desculpa para isto? Quem votou "não" no referendo devia pensar muito bem nestas 82 vidas (e na quantidade inestimável de mulheres que deve ter ficado infértil)

Porque quem tem delírios religiosos e acredita em santinhas com buço e afins está no seu pleno direito. Agora chega de me obrigarem a viver sob esses padrões esquizofrenizantes.

82. Nosso senhor escreve direito por linhas tortas, o malandro. Muito tortas, mesmo.

5 comentários:

Tárique disse...

Relativamente a "esquerdas", olha que a Nicarágua é governada pelo sandinista Daniel Ortega. É que há esquerdas e esquerdas, e a peste religiosa infecta bem as mais autoritárias ...

nas palavras do próprio Ortega, que em tempos defendeu o direito à ivg, mas que recentemente re-encontrou o catolicismo : "as revoluções no Irão e na Nicarágua são gémeas"

M. disse...

Pois, há esquerdas e "esquerdas"... E não me vejo obrigado a ter que defender as que vão entre aspas.

Anónimo disse...

Tema estafado deste "postador" tendencioso. Só pode ser de "esquerda" e do PCP.

Anónimo disse...

Tema estafado deste "postador" tendencioso. Só pode ser de "esquerda" e do PCP.

M. disse...

Não sou filiado no Partido Comunista Português e acredito na esquerda sem aspas, o que no que aos comentários anteriores diz respeito, é uma esquerda sem estes autoritarismos idiotas que depois abraçam a religião.
Tiro ao lado, caro anónimo.