|Ni Una Mas huipil, Lena Bartula, 2009|
Along with Antonio, the ever-helpful groundskeeper, we began to trace a figure in the dirt of the courtyard.
Then the Ni Una Mas huipil was placed on top of the figure, and we completed the space with the crosses and other things we had brought. As we placed the last pieces, it began to rain, heavily and unseasonably, so much that we had to stop for a few hours.
We watched helplessly as the huipil sank into the rocks that were there to hold it down in the wind. At 4 pm, the sun came out, and some members of Ser Mujer along with other friends, gathered to join us in a small ceremony. Standing in a semi-circle, each of us read aloud a name of one woman from Juárez, plus that of any woman we knew who had been a femicide victim. Due to the rains, we were unable to light a candle, but the spirit of sisterhood, motherhood, and solidarity shone brightly.
|Ni Una Mas ceremony at Bellas Artes, International Women's Day 2016|