Extremely rare rant incoming.
I swear to fucking god, I am at an absolute loss for words over the destruction at work here. I grew up in the 80s and 90s; I believed in feminism then. All I wanted was the *opportunity* to become whatever I dreamed of - and I GOT it. We all did! By the early 90s, the sky was the limit for capable people of any race or sex. The world wasn't perfect, but it was damn-near halcyon days for equality [of opportunity].
The last decade has not been kind to those hard-won gains (no need for a long rant on that, but *gestures at world*). But now, this minority of absolute psychotic women is going to destroy everything we fought for and won.
The worst part? I can't even disagree with those saying this whole spectacle proves women can't be trusted with positions of power or responsibility. The amount of shame I feel for my gender is horrifying. I know it's not all women, or even a majority - but it's apparently more than just a few attention-hounds mugging for the camera, too.
And I genuinely do not understand how we got here. Or maybe I do, but, again, no need for that long rant; better to say that I can't believe we're here, and I am heartbroken over it (however, this former attorney will nonetheless manage to "emotionally handle" it). FFS.
De Venezuela decían que éramos arrogantes porque cuando emigramos decíamos que teníamos una profesión.
Decían que éramos creídos por decir que teníamos hermosos paisajes.
Decían que éramos egocéntricos porque solo queríamos hablar de cuánto extrañábamos a nuestro país.
Al parecer lo que odian es que lleves a tu país en tu corazón.
Se siente culpable el que no pudo salvar a su familia.
Se siente culpable el que sobrevivió.
Se siente culpable el que está afuera y no pudo ayudar en primera línea.
Se siente culpable quien cree que puede estar haciendo más.
Se sienten culpables todos, menos los responsables.
I went back to La Guaira yesterday and there was a different kind of sadness. Not the shock and panic of the first few days but almost an emptiness. It felt quieter - buildings and piles of rubble, but abandonded, now without anyone scouring through them.
At other sites there were noisy diggers clearing the dusty concrete and remnants of people's lives - books, clothes, broken furniture. Most of the international rescue teams had gone, much of the press had too.
I spoke to one guy who had written 'We are alive' on the outside of his house to let people know he and his mother were ok if he nipped out anywhere. But speaking to him I found out his two daughters had been killed in Catia la Mar. He was far from ok.
Another guy walked out from a collapsed building that was mostly concrete slabs and told me he was picking up the remains of his brother and nephew. The remains were just bones. The earthquake had started a small fire that burned their bodies.
A nun stood looking at a heap of debris. I wondered what she was thinking, trying to make sense of it all. And probably unable to.
🔴Hugo Chavez en 2012 en La Guaira inaugurando los Edificios de su Misión Vivienda hoy destruidos por los Terremotos.
Debían ser de Hormigón y acero, pero son de Espuma de Goma (Amine), Aluminio y materiales Baratos.
¿Sabéis quien fue el Promotor Inmobiliario? ALEX SAAB👇
Mi amigo Daniel Echeverría tomó esta foto entre muchas otras que ha tomado en La Guaira
La imagen habla por sí sola:civiles trabajando mientras el de uniforme se queda de brazos cruzados y con los guantes blanquitos
Que Dios los perdone, porque el pueblo jamás podrá