Remembering Susana Chávez

Susana Chávez
(I remember you Susana Chávez Castillo. I wish I knew you. You were a brave poet who stood-up for woman, who could not and you gave everything away to be a voice for the innocence. You are not forgotten kind and generous Susana. I pray you found peace somewhere.)

Susana Chávez Castillo (November 5, 1974 – c. January 6, 2011) was a Mexican poet and human rights activist who was born and lived most of her life in her hometown of Ciudad Juárez.[1]
She is credited with authorship of the phrase “Not one more”, which was used by the civil rights organizations and their supporters struggling to clarify the plight of women in Juárez and to end a wave of killings aimed specifically at women since 1993.[citation needed]
She was found murdered and mutilated in the “Colonia Cuauhtémoc” section of the city of Juárez where she was born and lived most of her life. Positive identification of the remains took place on January 11 of 2011. She was 36 years old.

Susana Chávez Castillo was a prominent poet who led protests against the unsolved killings of women raped and killed in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua state, on the border with the United States, since the 1990s. She was also active in organisations supporting the families and friends of the deceased women, including the group Return Our Daughters (Nuestras Hijas de Regreso a Casa). Chávez coined and popularised the slogan “Not one more death” (‘Ni una muerte más’) which was used at the protests, and took part in poetry readings that she dedicated to murdered women. You can read her poem ‘Sangre Nuestra’ (Our blood) below.
Chávez was herself murdered and mutilated in Ciudad Juárez in early January 2011. Her body was found strangled with a bag over her head and her left hand cut off in the city centre on 6 January but was only identified five days later.
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OUR BLOOD
Blood of my own,
blood of sunrise,
blood of a broken moon,
blood of silence,
of dead rock,
of a woman in bed
jumping into nothingness,
Open to the madness.
Blood clear and definite,
fertile seed,
Blood the unbelievable journey,
Blood as its own liberation,
Blood, river of my songs,
Sea of my abyss.
Blood, painful moment of my birth,
Nourished by my last appearance.
SANGRE NUESTRA
Sangre mía,
de alba,
de luna partida,
del silencio.
de roca muerta,
de mujer en cama,
saltando al vacío,
Abierta a la locura.
Sangre clara y definida,
fértil y semilla,
Sangre incomprensible gira,
Sangre liberación de sí misma,
Sangre río de mis cantos,
Mar de mis abismos.
Sangre instante donde nazco adolorida,
Nutrida de mi última presencia
Nobody knows me but maybe her mother Lasara remembers me. .her mom wanted me to marry her. When susanna was 17, she was just beginning her power.and the point she decided to concentrate on her work over everything. I saw a completely different side of her. A lounge she spoke that was much deeper than just her dark poetry and passion that made her such a force as an activist. She was very passionate about the killings well before 1994 when she did that poem. She was a Ying to my yang and we were completely different in every way but our actions were a harmony. I can’t help but seeing what she was to me and helping her get her message and mine combined and give her the full recognition she deserved as the absolute angel she was in every way. Please if anyone knows.how to contact her mom or close family let them know michael needs to see them.
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Such a sad and tragic loss. Thank you for honoring her.
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The sad part. If you goggle her name. Somehow, she is erased almost completely. Mexican Government try to do a cover-up. The border of Mexico is very dangerous for young woman. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.
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Your post inspired me to look her up. Many other people will do so as well, and her story will increase our awareness of the plague of abductions and murders of indigenous women.
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My friend, thank you for visiting my page!
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You are welcome. I must read to write. Hello from Michigan and I hope you are doing well.
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I consider Michigan my home state. Upper Peninsula. Beautiful area! Yes, I’m well. Hope you are, too.
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I love Upper Michigan also. I lived in Iron Mountain in 1982-1984. It is God country. Still the same. The cold Winter keep the population low.
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Yes! Bitter cold
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Thank you you this post.. really enjoyed it.
Also, it’s great to be here, I was away from wordpress for a few months.
Will try to catch up soon 🌻
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I am glad you are back, Susanna was a brave woman and I hope you are doing well and staying safe.
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I’m well and fine.
Hope you are doing great as well.
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Wow I had no idea…
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She is honored poet. Her words got her killed. I wrote a story for her. She was still, very young.
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Too soon…way to soon….
She did not die in vain
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I looked for the link you indicated, John, but the answer was this: “Sorry, the page you’re looking for isn’t here. Try looking in our news and events archives, and using keywords to narrow your search.”
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Thanks for this information, John. Is the poem “Sangre nuestra” by Susana Chávez?
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