• The Dark Side of the Chinese Dream - The Atlantic

    November 23, 2019 Story by Frank Langfitt - A Woman Missing in the Mountains

    A Chinese American woman searches for her missing sister in China, encountering the dark side of the country’s economic rise.

    A few years back, I created a free taxi service in Shanghai in the hope of meeting a variety of Chinese people to tell the story of the country’s rapid transformation through their eyes. I drove scores of passengers and stayed in touch with the most interesting ones, profiling them in radio stories for NPR, where I worked as the Shanghai correspondent.

    About a year after I started driving, I received a cryptic message from a Chinese American woman named Crystal, who had grown up outside the city of Harbin in northeastern China and now lived in central Michigan. Crystal said she was returning to China in the fall to continue a search for her little sister, Winnie, who’d vanished two years earlier near the country’s border with Laos. Winnie had married a farmer, who she said had beaten her. She had fled their home and then disappeared.

    “By reading and listening to your reports,” wrote Crystal, who had heard my free-taxi radio stories on NPR, “I know you can help me.”

    Two months later, I met Crystal in Jinghong, a city in Yunnan province, in southwest China. She was a slim 44-year-old who wore jeans, a blue polo shirt, and sneakers. We drove in my rented SUV to see an attorney for advice on the law surrounding missing persons. He explained that although the police were legally obligated to search for people who’d disappeared, they rarely made much effort. Too many people went missing in China, and the cops didn’t have the resources. Crystal, who’d been living in the United States for six years and had an especially favorable impression of American law enforcement, was appalled.

    “Don’t you understand?” the lawyer said, shaking his head and laughing. “This is China. We’re not in America.”

    This became one theme of our journey: how different the country of Crystal’s birth was from her adopted one.

    After lunch that day, we drove across the muddy Mekong river and soon came to a military checkpoint manned by armed soldiers in camouflage, helmets, and body armor. I wondered what they were looking for. Crystal guessed correctly: drugs. We were just north of the Golden Triangle, a hub for opium and human trafficking where the borders of Laos, Thailand, and Myanmar (also known as Burma) meet.

    As we drove on, climbing into the mountains, Crystal filled me in on her family’s history. She’d grown up in the 1970s and ’80s on a farm, and was eight years older than Winnie. The family lived in a one-bedroom mud-brick house with a dirt floor and a grass roof. They relied on government rations, which weren’t enough to feed them all. Crystal’s mother couldn’t produce milk for Winnie, who as an infant suffered from calcium deficiency, which Crystal thinks affected her little sister’s intelligence. “She was kind of slow,” Crystal recalled. “She studied so hard, but she never got good scores.”

    Had the sisters been born a decade or two earlier, they would have probably remained in the countryside and lived similar, circumscribed lives under Mao Zedong’s socialist system. But economic reforms by Mao’s successor, Deng Xiaoping, created something new: the opportunity to succeed and the chance to fail. Crystal moved to Harbin, the provincial capital, where she studied and became a nurse. Winnie left school at 16 and headed to Harbin as well, where she fell into the default profession for many uneducated migrant women—sex work.

    During the Communist era, Mao had all but eradicated prostitution, but after the economy began to open up, it returned with a vengeance. Tens of millions of men moved to coastal cities on their own to work, creating tremendous demand. Undereducated women left the farm as well, providing supply.

    Winnie would call Crystal when her older sister was in the U.S. and tell her of the dangers of her work, of the beatings she suffered. Crystal urged Winnie to quit the business. Instead, Winnie climbed the next rung of the career ladder and became the mistress of a businessman. Working as an ernai—or “second wife”—is widely seen as an occupation and includes a contract. These women can expect an apartment and a monthly allowance, depending on the size of the city where they live and their perceived market value. Having a mistress is common among well-to-do businessmen and government officials in China: In 2013, a Renmin University study found that nearly all corrupt officials had adulterous affairs, and that most of those kept a mistress.

    As the late 2000s arrived, Winnie turned 30. Her skin was not yet creased, but her youth was beginning to fade and she often looked tired. She took her savings and moved from northeast China to the other end of the country, where she could enjoy anonymity and her money would go further. She bought six small apartments in Jinghong and became a landlady. In the fall of 2013, Winnie stunned her family by announcing that she’d married a rubber farmer named Luo and moved into his tiny house in a remote village. In the beginning, she said her husband treated her like a queen, washing her feet and making her meals. But Winnie kept her secrets. She didn’t tell Luo about the apartments she owned, and when she traveled to the city to check on her real estate, he became suspicious.

    “He always said I went to Jinghong to look for other men,” Winnie told Crystal at the time over WeChat, China’s most popular messaging app. “A couple of days ago, he smashed my phone.”

    Luo had beaten her twice, Winnie said, and she had threatened that if he did so again, she would leave him or commit suicide. Crystal asked whether Luo was aware of Winnie’s past, arguing that he would likely never trust her. “You’d better find a good place and go into hiding to start a new life,” she told her younger sister.

    Winnie grew more distraught. She was now 34. Her dream of finding a lasting relationship and building a new, independent life was slipping away. “I myself feel empty, always feel empty,” Winnie told Crystal as she wept over WeChat. “I simply want to find a man who dearly loves me. Why is it so difficult?”

    Winnie took Crystal’s advice, eventually boarding a bus and riding 10 hours to a nearby city, where she checked into a hotel. “You take care and let’s stay in touch,” Crystal told her. “Okay,” Winnie messaged back.

    A few days later, Winnie checked out of the hotel and vanished.

    That was nearly two years ago, and in all the time Winnie had been missing, she’d never reached out to tell family members she was okay.

    There was one cause for hope: Police had received an alert that Winnie’s government-issued ID number had been used at a bank in northeastern China, where she’d lived before marrying Luo. A lawyer had told her that if she disappeared for two years, she could dissolve her marriage without having to face her husband, Winnie had told Crystal in their conversations. If that were the case, Crystal thought, perhaps she would emerge in a couple of months.

    After several hours on the road, Crystal and I arrived at the police station where officers had supposedly investigated Winnie’s disappearance. It quickly became clear police had all but ignored the case, not even checking Winnie’s social-media accounts. I pressed them for the village of Winnie’s husband, Luo. The officer cautioned us against approaching Luo, who’d recently been released from jail for stealing a motorbike; although they didn’t tell us at the time, police also believed that he dealt drugs.

    We ignored their advice, and pressed on to the village. I guided the SUV up a one-lane road past fishponds, farmers weighed down with wicker baskets, and men on motorbikes. We eventually met Luo walking along the road in a black T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He invited us back to his home. He said during their brief courtship, Winnie had been very pleasant.

    “But after our marriage, she turned into a different person,” Luo said. “She was very irritable. One night I was out harvesting rubber. She went to a bank to wire money to someone. I asked her who she was sending the money to. She refused to say.”

    Luo said they argued and admitted that he had slapped her once but insisted he didn’t beat her in the way she had described to Crystal. Glowering, Crystal confronted him.

    “Do you know what happened exactly?” she asked angrily. “Where did she go? Or did you kill her?”

    “If I’d killed her, I wouldn’t still be here,” said Luo, taken aback by Crystal’s prosecutorial tone. He seemed to know little about his wife. She didn’t tell him where she lived in Jinghong and refused to let him see her ID card. The day they picked up their marriage license, Luo learned Winnie had divorced another man a month earlier.

    We said goodbye to Luo and made our way back out of the valley. “Do you think he killed your sister?” I asked Crystal.

    “Not really,” she said. “I was just trying to get a reaction out of him.”

    The more we learned, the more questions we had.

    “My God, little sister,” Crystal said. “What did you leave behind?”

    The next morning, we returned to Jinghong to meet Cao, a friend of Winnie’s. The first thing that struck me was just how different Cao was from Luo. Winnie’s husband was a poor country boy in his 20s, whereas Cao, a businessman who worked in biofuel, was in his mid-30s, tall, confident, and gregarious, with the chiseled features of a movie star. He said he met Winnie at an outdoor market one evening and they’d struck up a friendship. He said he knew nothing of her marriages, but sensed she was looking to settle down and start a family. Cao was friendly and charming, but provided very little information.

    Running out of leads, I drove Crystal to the airport, where she flew to the northeast in hopes of finding who had used her sister’s police ID number at the bank. That trip was a disaster. Bank officials told her that Winnie didn’t have an account after all. Because of a glitch, a computer had mistakenly spit out Winnie’s ID number, triggering a false alert to police.

    Crystal returned to Jinghong and went to the apartment where Winnie had stashed her belongings nearly two years earlier as she prepared to go on the run. The apartment was a time capsule of a life interrupted, crammed with artifacts from Winnie’s past. There was a pile of instructional DVDs on stripping and exotic dancing and a book filled with the personal confessions of prostitutes, including those who had tried to leave the life but failed.

    However, the contents of her home also suggested Winnie was trying to turn a corner and become an independent businesswoman. She’d obtained a flyer for a local bar for sale and had been chatting online with a supplier of beer-making equipment. Her library was a collection of Chinese-language self-help and educational books with titles such as The Must-Have Book for Cultivating Character, From Mediocrity to Excellence, and Lessons on Managing People.

    Reinvention is now as much a part of China’s mythology as America’s, and Winnie’s collection of books reminded me of Jay Gatsby and the American gospel of self-improvement. She was trying to change and pursue success as her big sister had, part of what Chinese President Xi Jinping has called the Chinese Dream. What set Winnie apart, though, was her earlier path. She had made her money beyond China’s gleaming skyscrapers, in the shadows amid the gritty reality of city life, and she hadn’t been entirely able to leave it behind. Among her belongings were several SIM cards and health-care records indicating that she had operated under an alias for years. One document showed that several months before her disappearance, she’d become pregnant. But there was something odd: A month after the pregnancy test, she went to the hospital under her alias and had her IUD removed, which suggested she couldn’t have been pregnant in the first place.

    There was more. Hidden amid Winnie’s clothing was a handwritten note. “Cao and Winnie must be together for their whole lives,” it read, with what appeared to be a signature from Cao. “If they don’t stay together, Cao’s family must break up and his family members must die.”

    The note implied that if Cao—who had insisted he had been nothing more than a friend—left Winnie, he would curse his own family and wish for their destruction. Stored on Winnie’s laptop were videos of Cao and her cuddling together and having sex, which Cao knew could serve as ammunition if Winnie ever chose to expose their relationship.

    I headed to the hospital that performed the pregnancy test and explained the situation to the doctors. “Please take a look; can you tell us if it is real or fake?” I asked, showing a cellphone photo of the document. The doctor was skeptical. “It’s not done by us,” she said dismissively. “Our department doesn’t have a doctor by this name or an ID number like this. This report is fake.” Another physician called up Winnie’s medical records and found an earlier, legitimate pregnancy test, which had been negative. He said Winnie appeared to have created the positive test using a Word document. “Some girls want to take some leave from their jobs,” the female doctor explained. “Others lie to a man, saying, ‘I’m pregnant,’ to get a sum of money.”

    I was feeling anxious about where our search was heading, so I called Cao and told him I’d seen the note threatening his family. Cao acknowledged the relationship and said in the months before Winnie disappeared, his wife came to Jinghong and discovered the affair. He had a tearful breakup with Winnie, but said they remained friends. He said his wife forgave him. Cao said he last saw Winnie not long before she vanished and thought she’d become a victim of the region’s drug trade or human trafficking.

    I had been working on this trip with the help of my Shanghai news assistant, Yang Zhuo. We were almost out of leads, but had several phone numbers from Winnie’s papers, including one she’d put on a flyer to rent out one of her Jinghong apartments. We didn’t want to spook anyone who might answer, so Yang dialed and I listened in.

    A man picked up. “Do you have any apartments to sell or rent?” Yang asked.

    “Who are you?” the man answered. Yang said he wanted to buy an apartment and had gotten his phone number from a realtor. The man was unconvinced, demanding to know where Yang was at that moment, how Yang had obtained the number and the name of the supposed realtor who had provided it. Yang tried to finesse the answers.

    “Okay,” the man said, “where are you right now?” Yang, sensing danger, declined to say. My heart began beating faster. These were not the questions of someone trying to hang up on a misdialed call or someone who might have been randomly reassigned Winnie’s phone number. This was the longest wrong-number conversation I’d ever heard. “Can we meet up?” the man pressed.

    “If you don’t have an apartment to sell,” Yang responded, “we can forget about it.” There was a long pause and then the man hung up.

    Yang and I looked at each other wide-eyed. The story of Winnie’s disappearance was growing more chilling with each new detail. I spoke with NPR security personnel, who advised that continuing to look for Winnie was unwise. Even Crystal agreed that it was no longer safe to keep digging.

    I never did find out what happened to Winnie. The facts, though, supported a general theory: She’d moved to Yunnan to turn her life around and fallen in love with a married man. She wanted what her big sister had—a stable life with a good income and a lifelong romantic partner. But to secure that, Winnie faked a pregnancy and threatened to expose their affair, a dangerous strategy, even more so on the edge of the Golden Triangle, where few would miss someone like her, another anonymous migrant. Instead of achieving her Chinese dream, Winnie had descended into a Chinese noir.

    I returned to Shanghai and visited Wei Wujun, a private detective I knew who’d made a career of investigating adultery. Wei saw his booming business as a measure of the problems beneath what some called the China miracle. Market economics had thrust the country forward at warp speed, providing previously unimaginable temptations. But the construction of a moral framework to help people grapple with such extraordinary change had lagged far behind. China’s radical transformation was more than most people could absorb or navigate.

    “China’s huge economic success has concealed people’s falling morals and spiritual degradation,” Wei told me. “Its exterior looks shiny and splendid and the entire world is watching, but actually its inside is rotten to the core.”

    I asked Wei what he thought had happened to Winnie. Throughout his years of tracking adultery cases, he said, he’d seen many people who took the sorts of risks Winnie did end up the same way.

    “She’s dead,” he said.

    Before Crystal returned home to the U.S., she made one last attempt to find her little sister. She rode a bus nine hours through the mountains to the hotel where Winnie had last been seen. She put up flyers in the city market and asked people if they’d seen anyone fitting her description. The journey was grueling. The bus passed through military checkpoints and careened along twisting roads with no guardrails. She couldn’t understand the other passengers, who spoke local dialects. As she prepared to fly back to Michigan, I asked Crystal what she had learned in her nearly three weeks in China.

    “I miss my life in America,” she said, laughing and sniffling at the same time. “I think I was spoiled by the civility of America.”

    She also couldn’t shake the sense that she’d failed her baby sister. Crystal had made it out and built a happy life overseas with an attorney husband and a house overlooking a lake, while Winnie spiraled downward thousands of miles away. Under Communism, most people’s lives in China had been pretty similar, but under capitalism, there were winners and losers. Some rode the economic wave and won, while others, like Winnie, lost and paid for it.

    This article is an adapted excerpt from Langfitt’s new book, The Shanghai Free Taxi: Journeys with the Hustlers and Rebels of the New China.

    #Chine #fémicide

  • My Partner Thinks He’s More Aware of Danger Than Me

    For men like my partner who grew up in idyllic suburbs with forest trails, dog parks, and man-made lakes — the idea of “danger” must feel pretty foreign, isolated primarily to the cities or the Bad Part of Town™.

    For women, the group of people considered “dangerous” is much more ubiquitous, and there’s no part of town where you can avoid it.

    #femmes #fémicide #féminicide #violences_de_genre

  • Thousands of Mexican Women March Against Femicide, Kidnapping | News | teleSUR English

    Published 3 February 2019 Mexican women took to the streets to protest against femicides which have already claimed 133 lives within the first month of 2019.

    Thousands of Mexican women marched Saturday against femicides and attempted kidnappings. The protestors demanded President Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador (AMLO) take appropriate measures for safeguarding women’s lives.

    The demonstration ended at Zocalo Square in the center of Federal District of Mexico City (DF), the capital of the country. On the way to the main square, women also held a minute of silence for those who have been killed or reported missing.

    Luchadoras, a feminist organization, wrote on Twitter, “We almost reached the zocalo! In January alone, 133 women have been killed. Today we march for our lives. If you see an attempted kidnapping, SPEAK UP! DON’T JUST TURN AWAY! #Thenightisours #Thestreetisoursandthenightalso #Thestreetisours.”

    The demonstrations asked the president to be vocal about femicides in Mexico.

    Recently a number of reports of attempted kidnapping of women in DF’s subway, the Metro, have been making rounds. These women are targeted by men outside or inside of stations who then try to get them into vehicles.

    Claudia Sheinbaum, mayor of Mexico City, said that measures to combat the attackers and kidnappings are ongoing.

    She is also meeting with the head of the Attorney General’s Office and the Metro to address the situation.

    According to the United Nations, nine women are victims of femicide in Mexico every day, and six out of ten women face attacks and harrassment, mainly on public transport.

    According to the data from the Executive Secretariat of the National Public Safety System, in December 2018, 74 femicides were registered in Mexico and 2018 saw the femicide of 861 women.

    Miss Uruguay Beauty Queen Found Dead in Mexico City Hotel | News | teleSUR English

    Published 3 May 2019 Police are investigating all avenues of inquiry from suicide to murder.

    Fatimih Davila Sosa, the former Miss Uruguay 2006, was found dead in a Mexico City hotel, police confirmed Friday to local news outlets as investigations ensue.

    The 31-year-old was found dead Thursday morning, hanging from a bathroom shower faucet, the local prosecutor’s office said in a statement.

    Davila moved to Mexico City on April 23, in pursuit of a job with a modeling agency in the country, El Universal reported.

    In a conversation between Davila and an operation associate, the beauty queen asked how she could “make myself more well-known” since “nobody cares about the Miss Uruguay title,” said investigators, who wiretapped and recorded the exchange.

    “An acquaintance helped her settle in the aforementioned hotel, since she would have a job interview,” said the Mexico City Attorney’s Office.

    #Mexico #fémicide

  • Die Obergrenze für (tödlichen) Frauenhass ist erreicht | Telepolis

    Dans un long article Birgit Gärtner décrit comment la gauche a préparé le terrain pour le succès de l’AfD en minimisant le danger que représente l’arrivée d’hommes socialisés dans des sociétés où les femmes n’ont pas le statut de citoyenne libre aux droits égaux. Elle y mentionne le chiffre relativement élevé de fémicides et d’agressions sexuelles par des hommes d’Afrique du nord et d’Afghanistan qui est un élément essentiel du discours sécuritaire et exénophobe de l’extrême droite. Elle décrit la gauche comme courant idéologique qui a oublié les combats contre la puissances des institutions religieuses et les croyances inhibant la libération des fidèles. Ceci est typique pour l’image de la gauche aujourd’hui et contribue à la montée de l’extrême droite.

    Es gibt kein - zumindest kein mir bekanntes - Beispiel, weder im globalen Maßstab, noch auf lokaler Ebene, wo die Verbreitung des Islams nicht zur Entrechtung der Frauen und Mädchen geführt hätte. Die Rede ist von einer religiös geprägten Kultur, die jede Frau, die noch einigermaßen bei Sinnen ist, wenn auch nicht hassen, so doch ablehnen sollte.

    Enough is enough

    Wir Frauen haben also Anlass - und alles Recht der Welt - laut und vernehmlich zu sagen: „Wir wollen diese Männer hier nicht!“ Nicht: wir wollen Geflüchtete hier nicht, sondern: wir wollen die Männer mit ihrem archaischen Frauenbild hier nicht. Wir wollen Männer hier nicht, die mit dschihadistischen Gruppierungen sympathisieren und deren Frauenbild teilen.

    Und auch nicht den geplanten Familiennachzug, mit dem dieses religiös geprägte frauenfeindliche Weltbild hier noch stärker verankert und über Jahrzehnte tradiert wird. Wer das nicht glaubt, dem empfehle ich die Lektüre von Necla Keleks Buch „Die fremde Frau“, in dem sie beschreibt, wie aus den „Gastarbeitern“ "Türken" und aus den „Türken“ Muslime wurden.

    Wie die muslimische Kultur sich in Deutschland ausbreitete und mittels „Import-Gelin“, importierter Bräute, ("Gelin" bedeutet übersetzt „Gekommene“ in dem Fall „in die Familie Gekommene“, was auf Deutsch als „eingeheiratet“ bezeichnet wird), verfestigt wurde. Die „Import-Gelin“ lebten als völlig entrechtete Dienstbotinnen in den Schwiegerfamilien. Ein System, das bis heute so erhalten wurde. Ein System, das mit dem jetzt geplanten und von Linken so bejubelten Familiennachzug Renaissance erfahren würde.

    #fémicide #islam

  • Derrière Bertrand Cantat en héros romantique, l’histoire d’une presse française machiste

    O.J. Simpson, Oscar Pistorius, #Bertrand_Cantat... Ce n’est pas la première fois qu’en France, le traitement médiatique d’affaires de violences conjugales prend des allures de feuilleton romanesque. D’où vient cette tradition, très française, de romantiser les fémicides, de tenter de polir les contours d’une réalité terrible (rappelons que 123 femmes sont mortes de violences conjugales en 2016), avec des expressions vides de sens juridique, comme « crime passionnel » ?

    Nous avons posé la question à Annik Houel, professeure émérite en psychologie sociale à l’Université Lumière-Lyon 2, et auteur de Crime passionnel, crime ordinaire (2008), et Psychosociologie du #crime : à la vie, à la mort (2008), aux PUF. Elle a notamment travaillé sur le décalage entre ce que disait la #presse, et la réalité crue des dossiers d’assises.

    Que pensez vous de cette Une des #Inrockuptibles ?

    Barbu, les cheveux un peu dans tous les sens… il ressemble vraiment à un grand romantique, un héros. Il n’y a pas de doute sur la présentation qu’on en donne. Da manière générale, Cantat est très souvent présenté comme une #victime. Dans toutes ces histoires de #fémicides, ce qui est frappant c’est qu’il n’y a pas d’analyse sociale ou politique. Ça reste étonnant, passionnel, donc ça concerne tout le monde. Mais on n’analyse pas. Le Monde, à l’époque, avait traité l’affaire dans la rubrique « #fait_divers », celle des chats et des chiens écrasés. C’est un « fait divers », donc un truc qu’on n’analyse pas. Et puis ensuite, c’est devenu une affaire passionnée et passionnelle. On était au mois d’août 2003, et ça remplissait les pages. On voit qu’au tout début, cette histoire est présentée comme une histoire de passion à laquelle on ne comprend rien. On ne peut rien en dire car il s’agit de passion. Il faut savoir qu’en France il n’y a pas de « #crime_passionnel » dans la loi, ça n’existe pas ! Cantat s’est fait juger en Lituanie [où a eu lieu le meurtre de Marie Trintignant, NDR], où le crime passionnel existe comme catégorie juridique. En France ça ne se serait pas passé comme ça. Là-bas, il n’a écopé que de huit ans de prison. Il est sorti assez vite d’ailleurs, il n’a pas purgé entièrement sa peine, et il est sorti [au bout de trois ans de prison, NDR]. Si ça avait été reconnu en France comme « #violence_conjugale », il aurait pu prendre vingt ans.

    #femmes #sexisme via @mona

  • Karabo Mokoena’s #murder like Anene Booysen and Reeva Steenkamp, won’t stop South Africa’s #gender #violence — Quartz

    It is clear from these remarks that the governing African National Congress (ANC) sees higher incarceration rates as the solution to rape and #femicide. Its members’ oft-repeated cry of “rot in jail” also suggests that rehabilitation is not viewed as a priority.

    The problem is that this response individualises the challenge of violence. It focuses on individual perpetrators without attempting to understand the very complex social conditions in South Africa that contribute to men’s violent behaviour. These conditions include colonial and apartheid histories of violence, endemic poverty, substance abuse, deeply held patriarchal attitudes about women’s place in society and the emasculation of unemployment when men measure their worth through work, or an absence of it.

    These issues all beg for solutions on a collective level. Without that sort of intervention, gender based violence will continue unabated.


  • Der Fall Arzu Ö.: Zwangsehe und sexuelle Unterdrückung bei Jesiden - DIE WELT

    Ali B. ist Kurde und gehört zur Glaubensgemeinschaft der Jesiden. Seine Tochter tötet er, weil sie ein normales Leben als Deutsche unter Deutschen führen wollte. Weil sie die Freiheit wollte.

    Nun hat man die schon im November letzten Jahres verschwundene Arzu Ö. aus Detmold (Nordrhein-Westfalen) tot auf einem Golfplatz gefunden . Auch ihre Familie ist kurdisch und gehört zu den Jesiden. Es gilt als sicher, dass Arzu von ihren eigenen Brüdern getötet wurde, weil sie einen Deutschen liebte. Weil ihr Wunsch nach einem freien Leben in einem freien Land die „Ehre“ der Familie verletzte.

    Souzan und Arzu sind nur zwei von vielen Frauen, die mitten in Deutschland Opfer einer archaischen, patriarchalischen, unmenschlichen Moral wurden und werden. Nicht alle werden getötet. Manche beugen sich dem Diktat der Väter und Brüder, heiraten die für sie ausgesuchten Männer, verzichten auf das Leben, das ihnen zusteht, das sie sich gewünscht haben. Andere tauchen mit Hilfe von Frauenorganisationen, den Sozialämtern und der Polizei unter, bekommen eine neue Identität. Ihre Freiheit bezahlen sie mit der endgültigen Trennung von der Familie und mit der ständigen Angst, entdeckt zu werden.

    Wer sind die Jesiden? In Karl Mays Buch „Durchs wilde Kurdistan“ werden sie als „Teufelsanbeter“ beschrieben. Da hat der deutsche Autor freilich eine Diffamierung ihrer muslimischen Nachbarn und Verfolger übernommen. Tatsächlich sind die Jesiden strikte Monotheisten, die nicht an die Existenz eines Teufels glauben, weil das die Allmacht Gottes einschränken würde. Die Jesiden sind eine uralte Religion, älter als das Christentum und der Islam. Manche Forscher verfolgen ihre Wurzeln zurück zum Sonnenkult Alt-Persiens und zum Mithras-Kult der Römer.

    #religion #fémicide #oppression

  • Meghan Murphy : Les hommes ne tuent pas les femmes par « amour »


    Ce que l’on cherche à nous faire croire, au cas où ce n’est pas clair, c’est que c’est « l’amour » qui a conduit cet homme à tuer une femme. C’est un message que nous entendons si souvent qu’il semble probablement raisonnable à bien du monde. Mais ce cliché n’a rien de raisonnable. Les hommes ne tuent pas par « amour », ils tuent par désir de contrôle. « Si je ne peux pas t’avoir, personne d’autre ne le pourra », disent couramment les conjoints violents. Et ils le pensent souvent. [...]

    Les médias et la police veulent nous faire croire que c’était un « crime passionnel », mais se présenter avec un poignard au domicile de votre ex, après une sortie où vous avez menacé de vous suicider (un comportement qu’ont souvent les hommes violents quand ils tentent de manipuler leur partenaire pour qu’elle reste ou revienne), ne ressemble pas selon moi à un « crime passionnel ». Cela ressemble à un homme possessif et convaincu de son droit qui est venu chercher son ex-partenaire pour la punir pour le crime d’être libre, libre de lui.

    Traduction : Tradfem
    Article original : http://www.feministcurrent.com/2016/01/20/men-dont-kill-women-out-of-love

    #Meghan_Murphy est écrivaine et journaliste indépendante, secrétaire de rédaction du soir pour le site rabble.ca, et fondatrice et directrice du site Feminist Current. Vous pouvez la suivre sur Twitter : https://twitter.com/MeghanEMurphy

    #fémicide #masculinisme #violences #médias #Feminist_Current #tradfem

  • Natasha Chart : La plus sexy des oppressions


    Le journal britannique The Mirror affiche en gros titre « Femme de 91 ans asphyxiée lors d’un jeu sexuel avec un voisin marié ».

    Le meurtrier de cette femme l’a laissée étendue dans des draps ensanglantés, avec des ecchymoses sur le visage et ce que l’article décrit comme des « blessures génitales graves ». Le juge a libéré sous caution un voisin identifié par des tests d’ADN, puisque l’on « croit » que la femme est morte accidentellement. Qui croit cela et pourquoi ?

    Traduction française : Tradfem
    Article original : http://www.feministcurrent.com/2015/12/09/the-sexiest-oppression

    #Natasha_Chart est une organisatrice en ligne et une féministe vivant aux États-Unis.

    #femicide #pornographie #viol #violences #culture_du_viol #feminist_current #tradfem

  • Une vie de boxeur

    Kiezspaziergang am 10.2.2007 - Berlin.de
    Am Rupenhorn 9: Villa von Bubi Scholz bis 1994
    In der Villa Am Rupenhorn 9 lebte bis 1994 Gustav “Bubi” Scholz. Er wurde 1930 in Prenzlauer Berg geboren. Seine größten Erfolge als Boxer feierte er Ende der 50er und Anfang der 60er Jahre. Er galt zu dieser Zeit als populärster Boxer in Deutschland und verbuchte einige internationale Erfolge. 1958, als der Presseball noch der Presseball war, schwoofte er durch, hängte seinen Smoking in den Schrank und fand Wochen später beim Ausbürsten in der Tasche ein Tombola-Los, das ihm ein Mercedes-Cabrio einbrachte, mit dem er den Kudamm hinauf und hinab fuhr, Pomade im Haar, einen Schlager auf den Lippen – so wird berichtet.
    Nach seiner aktiven Karriere erregte er immer wieder mit seinen Alkoholexzessen das Aufsehen. Er feierte am Rupenhorn rauschende Feste mit viel Alkohol und Drogen. Oft war der Schauspieler Harald Juhnke mit von der Partie. Der ehemalige Boxer lebte in einer Scheinwelt. 1980 erschien seine Autobiographie unter dem Titel “Der Weg aus dem Nichts”. Er war damals Besitzer zweier Parfümerien, Teilhaber einer Werbeagentur, Schlagersänger und Schauspieler.
    Der Tiefpunkt in seinem Leben kam am 22. Juli 1984: Unter nie ganz geklärten Umständen erschoss er seine 49jährige Frau Helga im Rausch durch die Toilettentür der gemeinsamen Villa hindurch. Er wurde am Tag danach festgenommen und zu einer Freiheitsstrafe von drei Jahren wegen fahrlässiger Tötung verurteilt. Die drei Jahre saß er im Gefängnis in Tegel.

    Im Oktober 1993 heiratete der 63-jährige Scholz im Charlottenburger Standesamt zum zweiten Mal, und zwar die 35-jährige Sabine Arndt. Sie überredete ihn, die mit Erinnerungen beladene Villa zu verkaufen und in ein Haus in Ruhleben zu ziehen. Später zog er in ein Seniorenheim in Hoppegarten. Dort starb er am 21. August 2000, nachdem er in den Jahren zuvor mehrere Schlaganfälle erlitten hatte und bei ihm Alzheimer und Demenz diagnostiziert worden waren. Seine Witwe Sabine heiratete am 25. März 2004 wieder im Standesamt Charlottenburg den Schauspieler Klausjürgen Wussow.
    Das Leben von Bubi Scholz wurde verfilmt und zu Silvester 1998/Neujahr 1999 von der ARD unter dem Titel “Die Bubi-Scholz-Story” ausgestrahlt, wobei Benno Fürmann den jungen und Götz George den alten Scholz darstellten.

    22.07.09 Wie es war - Vor 25 Jahren erschoss Boxer Bubi Scholz seine Frau

    Nachdem er Scholz untersucht hatte, kam er zu dem Schluss, dass der Ex-Boxer im Sommer 1984 am Ende gewesen sei. Ein Leben lang habe dieser Aufsteiger von schlichtem Gemüt sein Ansehen und sein Selbstwertgefühl aus seinem intakten Körper, seinem Ruhm und seinem finanziellen Erfolg gezogen. In den letzten Jahren aber sei der Glanz erloschen, Scholz sei gealtert. Seine Frau habe in ihm nur noch den armen Schlucker gesehen und abträgliche Bemerkungen über ihn gemacht.

    Aus Dr. Zellers Sicht sagte Scholz zwar nicht die Wahrheit, als er seine massiven Eheprobleme leugnete. „Aber er hat auch nicht gelogen.“ Denn seine tatsächlichen Schwierigkeiten konnte er weder erkennen noch gefühlsmäßig verarbeiten. Eine reaktive Depression, wie der Psychiater diagnostizierte, eine schwere Verstimmung als Reaktion auf eine unbefriedigende Situation.

    „Zum Persönlichkeitsbild und zur Charakterstruktur des Gustav Scholz passt eine Gewalttat wie diese nicht“, erklärte der Gutachter abschließend.

    Auch Willi Wiedenberg ging nach der Beweisaufnahme davon aus, dass Scholz ohne Tötungsvorsatz geschossen habe. „Das wirkliche Motiv ist nach der Tat in seinem ersten Satz deutlich geworden: Ich wollte sie doch da nur rausholen.“
    Am 12. April 2000 feierte Bubi Scholz mit den engsten Freunden seinen 70. Geburtstag. Dabei war auch Günter Pfitzmann, dessen Anekdoten er lauschte. „Lag es lange genug zurück, konnte er sich erinnern“, erzählte der Schauspieler. 1998 stellten die Ärzte eine weitere traurige Diagnose: Alzheimer.

    Der Weg aus dem Nichts, der von Prenzlauer Berg ins Charlottenburger Neu-Westend geführt hatte, endete am 21. August 2000 in einem Seniorenheim in Neuenhagen, am Rande der Stadt. Bubi Scholz war an seinem Frühstücksbrötchen erstickt.

    Bubi Scholz – Wikipedia

    Gustav Wilhelm Hermann „Bubi“ Scholz (* 12. April 1930 in Berlin; † 21. August 2000[1]) war ein deutscher Boxer. In den 1950er und frühen 1960er Jahren war er mehrfach Deutscher Meister und Europameister verschiedener Gewichtsklassen.

    #Berlin #sport #boxe #fémicide

  • C’est l’histoire d’un tueur misogyne qui n’intéressait personne…

    ... à part les féministes (qu’est-ce qu’elles nous emmerdent celles-là). L’histoire se passe en Californie. Elliot Rodger, 22 ans, a tué le 24 mai 6 personnes et blessé au moins treize autres avant de se suicider. Un détail intéresse beaucoup la presse : il est le fils du réalisateur Peter Rodger, qui a participé au film… Source : Genre !

    • Oui, c’est un peu ce que j’avais noté en suivant le fait divers : le fait que le mec ne se pose pas trop de question sur ses propres critères de choix (a priori, il estimait avoir le droit à une fille blonde sexy qui est l’archétype de la fille que tout le monde veut) et sur son manque d’efforts pour intéresser quelqu’un (comme il est parfait intrinsèquement, pourquoi se faire chier à séduire ?). Oui, j’ai pensé à cette culture des #beaufs (j’ai tendance à classer les #masculinistes dans la classe des beaufs qui, à mon sens, les définit bien mieux !) qui passent leur temps à juger que les #femmes ne font pas assez d’efforts pour être parfaites du haut de leur gueule de groin bedonnante qui pue sous les aisselles.
      Ces mecs ne cherchent pas une femme avec laquelle partager quelque chose, ils veulent un #trophée pour se valoriser. Et ensuite, ils haïssent les femmes collectivement de ne pas se jeter sur eux.

      Ce sont bien des #beaufs. Certains tentent d’enrober la merde qu’ils ont entre leurs deux oreilles sous des arguments idéologiques, mais en moyenne, ils ne sont pas assez élaborés pour cela.

    • http://uneheuredepeine.blogspot.fr/2014/05/portrait-du-tueur-en-mec-normal.html

      Le discours qu’il tient ne présente finalement qu’une forme extrêmement banale de discours tenus par des adolescents et des hommes adultes sur les femmes : c’est le discours du Nice Guy comme disent les anglo-saxons, celui qui est toujours « friendzoné », un « concept » qui se diffuse si vite qu’il a sa propre page wikipédia. Vous en trouverez également une présentation et une déconstruction dans ce billet dont la lecture me semblerait vitale pour bon nombre d’ados... Dans ces discours, les hommes « gentils » sont présentés comme victimes des femmes dont ils deviennent les amis et qui, alors qu’ils sont toujours là pour les consoler, ne veulent toujours pas les récompenser pour leur gentillesse en couchant avec eux. Derrière ce discours, il y a une représentation et surtout des pratiques très particulières de la drague, de la séduction et des relations entre hommes et femmes. Ce type de discours soutient des pratiques de drague violente (car « les femmes aiment ça »), de petites manipulations pour obtenir du sexe de la part des femmes (en les culpabilisant, en les humiliant, etc.), et de mépris et de haine des femmes, perçues à la fois comme des objets qu’il faut conquérir et comme des salopes qui ne savent pas apprécier la vraie gentilesse.

    • @antisexisme a écrit sur FB :

      Encore un autre article sur le #fémicide californien... une analyse de Meghan Murphy, notamment en lien avec la supposée fonction sociale de la #prostitution.

      "Rodger était si furieux qu’il n’ait pas ce que tout homme mérite - un accès sexuel aux femmes - qu’il a tué.

      Dans un monde dans lequel les hommes apprennent que, non seulement, ils méritent, mais ont carrément un droit aux corps des femmes, le comportement de Rodger n’est pas vraiment surprenant. Les corps des femmes sont offerts aux hommes, depuis qu’ils sont jeunes. Ils leur sont offerts via la #pornographie, qui leur affirme pour quoi femmes sont là : pour leurs yeux, leur plaisir, leur bite.

      Les hommes et les garçons apprennent qu’ils devraient obtenir tout ce qu’ils souhaitent. Que chacun de leur #fantasme doit être réalisé. Que l’existence même de la prostitution en est la preuve. Le fait que nous vivons dans une culture du viol et dans une culture de la pornographie en est une preuve supplémentaire. Qu’est-ce qu’au juste avons nous cru qu’il arriverait en disant aux hommes que le sexe est un droit ? Que les femmes leur appartiennent ?

      Ma chère amie, Elizabeth Pickett, a écrit, à propos de Rodger : « Les vraies femmes n’ont pas été à la hauteur de ses attentes créées par la pornographie. Donc, il en a tuées. » Nous offrons aux hommes ce fantasme. Il n’est pas étonnant qu’ils deviennent furieux quand les femmes ne se comportent pas exactement comme prévu.

      Vous pensez que la conclusion logique de tout cela devrait être claire : le droit masculin engendre le droit masculin.

      Bien sûr, les gens ne voient que ce qu’ils veulent voir.

      De nombreuses personnes semblent être venues à la conclusion tout à fait réactionnaire que plus de #prostitution devrait être la solution.

      [Là, Meghan Murphy met plusieurs tweets qui suggèrent que la prostitution ait pu éviter le massacre]

      Super logique, les mecs ! Si on légalise le droit des hommes à accéder aux corps des femmes, alors sans doute le sentiment qu’ils ont droit aux corps des femmes disparaîtra !


    • il me semble qu’il faille dissocier le passage à l’acte de ce jeune homme et le traitement de l’information faite par les medias. je m’explique :

      Ce jeune homme souffrait d’un syndrome d’autisme asperger qui engendre des troubles pouvant être sévère de la communication (pour plus d’info cf : http://www.autisme-france.fr/577_p_25361/le-syndrome-d-asperger.html)
      Dans les cas les plus graves ces troubles peuvent engendrer d’autres pathologies dont la paranoia qui elle peut etre source de passage à l’acte violent.
      Le discours tenu par ce jeune homme me semble plus à rapprocher d’un discours délirant causé par une décompensation importante que d’une sorte de « plaidoirie » construite.

      Par contre, que les medias n’aient retenus et mis en avant que ce discours est représentatif d’une complète ignorance du SA mais surtout d’une représentation des femmes affligeantes et je suis d’accord d’une culture du viol.