Girl without childhood in my country

I have seen with pain and shame, in my country, the volcano of evil rage-primed in its perverse angry outburst, disguised as a pseudo-legal, pseudo-legal, pseudo-religious discourse, charging and annihilating the childhood of a girl in Tucumán. The pestilence of discriminatory hatred seems to have intoxicated the medical vocation of the members of the Hospital. What happened to the colleagues? Did they forget that spaces like the Public Hospital are not areas where they can afford to display  dark impulses rooted in dangerous fanaticisms?They forgot that they owe an explanation to justice, to society as a whole, to the world, where the cultural backwardness of Argentina already circulates (See NYTimes of March 1, 2019). How, when did they forget theeir duties? Omission, negligence, reckless abandon ... Was it fear? Was it an extortion? Was it ignorance or defiance of the law? What was the breaking point, the moment when the whole vocation to heal and repair the damage changed into that atrocious indifference? Because there was carving there a woman able to measure wisely between her declared objection of conscience and the risks to which the girl was exposed, because there was the sense of respect for the law and the girl, is that surgery became subjectivating.Meanwhile, spooky and sinister, the illegitimate and illegal formats of coldness, the abuse of power, the tanatic force of desubjective lack of action are incarnated in those who are already powerless, already out of time, already agonizing, in a ferocious macho culture entrenched in the bosom of Tucumán power this time.Meanwhile, women are taking the word, we are sowing tenderness, we are taking care of the outbreaks of life, sweetly embracing all our men, installing the necessary calm.

María de los Angeles López Geist