Did anyone really believe a revolution like ours, the most shocking and lengthy in all of history, could continue without bloodshed? Women are victims of the terrible backlash unleashed by men who feel they’ve lost authority, even though they still have the power.
And inevitably those in the forefront of the battle are the ones affected, those who have had the courage to keep their eyes on the goal, hoping that individual freedom would keep them safe before the overall victory.
I say this because I hear many indisputable complaints about the escalation of femicide accompanied, and tainted, by justifications that seem to blame murder on “tradition”: Now, just as before, women are killed.
True, they continue to kill us, but the relationship with our executioners is no longer the same: They’re suffering an identity crisis. They lost their scepter and are confused about their role and masculinity — and therefore weak and frightened. It is them, not us.