[Marxism] Women Are Fleeing Death at Home. The U.S. Wants to Keep Them Out.

Louis Proyect lnp3 at panix.com
Mon Aug 19 10:40:36 MDT 2019

(What a fucked up world. American imperialism intervened in Central 
America in order to suppress guerrilla movements that incorporated women 
fighters who opposed patriarchy. When they were defeated or housebroken 
like the FSLN and the FMLN, the countries were left in ruins with gangs 
terrorizing the population and men killing women with impunity. People 
trying to reach the USA to avoid such hellish conditions are described 
as invaders when it was the American financial and military invasion of 
Central America for most of the 20th century that created the need to 

NY Times, Aug. 19, 2019
Women Are Fleeing Death at Home. The U.S. Wants to Keep Them Out.
By Azam Ahmed

JALAPA, Guatemala — They climbed the terraced hillside in single file, 
their machetes tapping the stones along the darkened footpath.

Gehovany Ramirez, 17, led his brother and another accomplice to his 
ex-girlfriend’s home. He struck the wooden door with his machete, 
sending splinters into the air.

His girlfriend, Lubia Sasvin Pérez, had left him a month earlier, 
fleeing his violent temper for her parents’ home here in southeast 
Guatemala. Five months pregnant, her belly hanging from her tiny 
16-year-old frame, she feared losing the child to his rage.

Lubia and her mother slipped outside and begged him to leave, she said. 
They could smell the sour tang of alcohol on his breath. Unmoved, he 
raised the blade and struck her mother in the head, killing her.

Hearing a stifled scream, her father rushed outside. Lubia recalled 
watching in horror as the other men set upon him, splitting his face and 
leaving her parents splayed on the concrete floor.

For prosecutors, judges and even defense lawyers in Guatemala, the case 
exemplifies the national scourge of domestic violence, motivated by a 
deep-seated sense of ownership over women and their place in relationships.

But instead of facing the harsher penalties meant to stop such crimes in 
Guatemala, Gehovany received only four years in prison, a short sentence 
even by the country’s lenient standard for minors. More than three years 
later, now 21, he will be released next spring, perhaps sooner.

And far from being kept from the family he tore apart, under Guatemalan 
law Gehovany has the right to visit his son upon release, according to 
legal officials in Guatemala.

The prospect of his return shook the family so thoroughly that Lubia’s 
father, who survived the attack, sold their home and used the money to 
pay a smuggler to reach the United States. Now living outside of San 
Francisco, he is pinning his hopes on winning asylum to safeguard his 
family. They all are.

But that seems more distant than ever. Two extraordinary legal decisions 
by the Trump administration have struck at the core of asylum claims 
rooted in domestic violence or threats against families like Lubia’s — 
not only casting doubt on their case, but almost certainly on thousands 
of others as well, immigration lawyers say.

“How can this be justice?” Lubia said before the family fled, sitting 
under the portico where her mother was killed. “All I did was leave him 
for beating me and he took my mother from us.”

“What kind of system protects him, and not me?” she said, gathering her 
son in her lap.

Their case offers a glimpse into the staggering number of Central 
Americans fleeing violence and dysfunction — and the dogged fight the 
Trump administration is waging to keep them out.

Across Latin America, a murder epidemic is underway. Most years, more 
than 100,000 people are killed, largely young men on the periphery of 
broken societies, where gangs and cartels sometimes take the place of 
the state.

The turmoil has forced millions to flee the region and seek refuge in 
the United States, where they confront a system strained by record 
demand and a bitter fight over whether to accept them.

But violence against women, and domestic violence in particular, is a 
powerful and often overlooked factor in the migration crisis. Latin 
America and the Caribbean are home to 14 of the 25 deadliest nations in 
the world for women, according to available data collected by the Small 
Arms Survey, which tracks violence globally.

And Central America, the region where most of those seeking asylum in 
the United States are fleeing, is at the heart of the crisis.

Here in Guatemala, the homicide rate for women is more than three times 
the global average. In El Salvador, it is nearly six times. In Honduras, 
it is one of the highest in the world — almost 12 times the global average.

In the most violent pockets of Central America, the United Nations says, 
the danger is like living in a war zone.

“Despite the risk associated with migration, it is still lower than the 
risk of being killed at home,” said Angela Me, the chief of research and 
trend analysis at the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime.

The issue is so central to migration that former Attorney General Jeff 
Sessions, eager to advance the Trump administration’s priority of 
closing the southern border to migrants, issued a decision last year to 
try to halt victims of domestic violence, among other crimes, from 
seeking asylum.

To win asylum in the United States, applicants must show specific 
grounds for their persecution back home, like their race, religion, 
political affiliation or membership in a particular social group. 
Lawyers have sometimes pushed successfully for women to qualify as a 
social group because of the overwhelming violence they face, citing a 
2014 case in which a Guatemalan woman fleeing domestic violence was 
found to be eligible to apply for asylum in the United States.

But Mr. Sessions overruled that precedent, questioning whether women — 
in particular, women fleeing domestic violence — can be members of a 
social group. The decision challenged what had become common practice in 
asylum courts.

Then, last month, the new attorney general, William P. Barr, went 
further. Breaking with decades of precedent, he issued a decision making 
it harder for families, like Lubia’s, to qualify as social groups also.

Violence against women in the region is so prevalent that 18 countries 
have passed laws to protect them, creating a class of homicide known as 
femicide, which adds tougher penalties and greater law enforcement 
attention to the issue.

And yet, despite that broad effort, the new laws have failed to reduce 
the killings of girls and women in the region, the United Nations says.

That reflects how deep the gender gap runs. For the new laws to make a 
difference, experts say, they must go far beyond punishment to change 
education, political discourse, social norms and basic family dynamics.

Though gangs and cartels in the region play a role in the violence, most 
women are killed by lovers, family members, husbands or partners — men 
angered by women acting independently, enraged by jealousy or, like 
Gehovany, driven by a deeply ingrained sense of control over women’s lives.

“Men end up thinking they can dispose of women as they wish,” said 
Adriana Quiñones, the United Nations Women’s country representative in 

A vast majority of female homicides in the region are never solved. In 
Guatemala, only about 6 percent result in convictions, researchers say. 
And in the rare occasions when they do, as in Lubia’s case, they are not 
always prosecuted vigorously.

Even defense attorneys believe Gehovany should have been charged with 
femicide, which would have put him in prison a couple of years longer. 
The fact that he was not, some Guatemalan officials acknowledge, 
underscores the many ways in which the nation’s legal system, even when 
set up to protect women, continues to fail them.

In the courtroom, Lubia’s father, Romeo de Jesus Sasvin Dominguez, spoke 
up just once.

It didn’t make sense, he told the judge, shaking his head. A long white 
scar ran over the bridge of his nose, a relic of the attack. How could 
the laws of Guatemala favor the man who killed his wife, who hurt his 

“We had a life together,” he told the judge, nearly in tears. “And he 
came and took that away from us just because my daughter didn’t want to 
be in an abusive relationship.”

“I just don’t understand,” he said.

‘It’s like our  daily bread’

Lubia’s son crawled with purpose, clutching a toy truck he had just 
relieved of its back wheel.

The family watched in grateful distraction. Years after the murder, they 
still lived like prisoners, trapped between mourning and fear. A 
rust-colored stain blotted the floor where Lubia’s mother died. The 
dimpled doorjamb, hacked by the machete, had not been repaired. Lubia’s 
three younger sisters refused even to set foot in the bedroom where they 
hid during the attack.

Santiago Ramirez, Gehovany’s brother, never went to prison, spared 
because of a mental illness. Neighbors often saw him walking the village 

Soon, Gehovany would be, too. The family worried the men would come 
back, to finish what they started.

“There’s not much we can do,” said Mr. Sasvin Dominguez, sending Lubia’s 
son on his way with the toy truck. “We don’t have the law in our hands.”

He had no money to move and owned nothing but the house, which the 
family clung to but could hardly bear. His two sons lived in the United 
States and had families of their own to support. He hadn’t seen them in 

“I’m raising my daughters on my own now, four of them,” he said.

He woke each morning at 3 a.m., hiking into the mountains to work as a 
farm hand. The girls, whose high cheekbones and raven-colored hair 
resembled their mother’s, no longer went to school. With the loss of her 
income from selling knickknacks on the street, they couldn’t afford to 
pay for it.

His youngest daughter especially loved classes: the routine, the books, 
the chance to escape her circumscribed world. But even she had resigned 
herself to voluntary confinement. The stares and whispers of classmates 
— and the teasing of especially cruel ones — had grown unbearable. In 
town, some residents openly blamed Lubia for what happened. Even her own 
aunts did.

“There’s no justice here,” said Lubia, who added that she wanted to 
share her story with the public for that very reason. Her father did, too.

In her area, Jalapa, a region of rippled hills, rutted roads and a 
cowboy culture, men go around on horseback with holstered pistols, their 
faces shaded by wide-brimmed hats. Though relatively peaceful for 
Guatemala, with a lower homicide rate than most areas, it is very 
dangerous for women.

Insulated from Guatemala’s larger cities, Jalapa is a concentrated 
version of the gender inequality that fuels the femicide crisis, experts 

“It’s stark,” said Mynor Carrera, who served as dean of the Jalapa 
campus of the nation’s largest university for 25 years. “The woman is 
treated often like a child in the home. And violence against them is 

Domestic abuse is the most common crime here. Of the several dozen 
complaints the Jalapa authorities receive each week, about half involve 
violence against women.

“It’s like our daily bread,” said Dora Elizabeth Monson, the prosecutor 
for women’s issues in Jalapa. “Women receive it morning, afternoon and 

At the courthouse, Judge Eduardo Alfonso Campos Paz maintains a docket 
filled with such cases. The most striking part, he said, is that most 
men struggle to understand what they’ve done wrong.

The problem is not easily erased by legislation or enforcement, he said, 
because of a mind-set ingrained in boys early on and reinforced 
throughout their lives.

“When I was born, my mom or sister brought me food and drink,” the judge 
said. “My sister cleaned up after me and washed my clothes. If I wanted 
water, she would get up from wherever she was and get it for me.”

“We are molded to be served, and when that isn’t accomplished, the 
violence begins,” he said.

Across Guatemala, complaints of domestic violence have skyrocketed as 
more women come forward to report abuse. Every week, it seems, a new, 
gruesome case emerges in newspapers, of a woman tortured, mutilated or 
dehumanized. It is an echo of the systematic rape and torture women 
endured during the nation’s 36-year civil war, which left an indelible 
mark on Guatemalan society.

But today, the countries with the highest rates of femicide in the 
region, like Guatemala, also suffer the highest homicide rates overall — 
often leaving the killing of women overlooked or dismissed as private 
domestic matters, with few national implications.

The result is more disparity. While murders in Guatemala have dropped 
remarkably over the last decade, there is a notable difference by 
gender: Homicides of men have fallen by 57 percent, while killings of 
women have declined more slowly, by about 39 percent, according to 
government data.

“The policy is to investigate violence that has more political 
interest,” said Jorge Granados, the head of the science and technology 
department at Guatemala’s National Institute of Forensic Sciences. “The 
public policy is simply not focused on the murder of women.”

The femicide law required every region in the nation to install a 
specialized court focused on violence against women. But more than a 
decade later, only 13 of 22 are in operation.

“The abuse usually happens in the home, in a private context,” said 
Evelyn Espinoza, the coordinator of the Observatory on Violence at 
Diálogos, a Guatemalan research group. “And the state doesn’t involve 
itself in the home.”

In Lubia’s case, she fell in love with Gehovany in the fast, unstoppable 
way that teenagers do. By the time they moved in together, she was 
already pregnant.

But Gehovany’s drinking, abuse and stultifying expectations quickly 
became clear. He wanted her home at all times, even when he was out, she 
said. He told her not to visit her family.

She knew Gehovany would consider her leaving a betrayal, especially 
being pregnant with his child. She knew society might, too. But she had 
to go, for the baby’s sake, and was relieved to be free of him.

Until the night of Nov. 1, 2015, at around 9 p.m., when he came to 
reclaim her.

The New York Times tried to reach Gehovany, who fled after the killing 
and later turned himself in. But because he was a minor at the time of 
the murder, officials said, they could not arrange an interview or 
comment on the case.

His oldest brother, Robert Ramirez, argued that Gehovany had acted in 
self-defense and killed Lubia’s mother accidentally.

Still, Mr. Ramirez defended his brother’s decision to confront Lubia’s 
family that night, citing a widely held view of a woman’s place in Jalapa.

“He was right to go back and try to claim her,” he said. “She shouldn’t 
have left him.”

He looked toward his own house, etched into a clay hillside, a thread of 
smoke from a small fire curling through the doorway.

“I’d never allow my wife to leave me,” he said.

The smugglers’ road north
Mr. Sasvin Dominguez woke suddenly, startled by an idea.

He rushed to town in the dark, insects thrumming, a dense fog filling 
the mountains. In a single day, it was all arranged. He would sell his 
home and use the proceeds to flee to the United States.

The $6,500 was enough to buy passage for him and his youngest daughter, 
then 12. Traveling with a young child was cheaper, and often meant 
better treatment by American officials. At least, that’s what the 
smuggler said.

He hoped to reach his sons in California. With luck, he could find work, 
support the girls back home — and get asylum for the entire family.

The Dominguez Family’s Journey

A week later, in October of last year, he left with his daughter. A 
guide crossed them into Mexico. Soon, they reached the side of a 
highway, where a container truck sat idling. Inside, men, women and 
children were packed tight, with hardly enough space to move.

A dense heat filled the space, the sun baking the metal box as bodies 
brushed against one another. They spent nearly three days in the 
container before the first stop, he said.

The days went by in a blur, a log of images snatched from the fog of 
exhaustion. An open hangar, grumbling with trucks. Rolling desert, 
dotted by cactus. Sunlight glaring off the metal siding of a safe house.

They rode in at least five container trucks, as best they can remember. 
Hunger chased them. Some days, they got half an apple. On others, they 
got rice and beans. Sometimes they got nothing.

One night, they saw a man beaten unconscious for talking after the 
smugglers told him to be quiet.

“I remember that moment,” said his daughter, whose name is being 
withheld because she is still a minor. Her hands twisted at the memory. 
“I felt terrified,” she said.

Days later, starved for food, water and fresh air, she passed out in a 
container crammed with more than 200 migrants, her father holding her, 
fanning her with whatever documents he had.

In early November, they arrived in the Mexican border town of Reynosa, 
and were spirited into a safe house. After weeks on the road, they were 
getting close.

That day, the smugglers called one of Mr. Sasvin Dominguez’s sons, 
demanding an extra $400 to ferry the two across the river to Texas. If 
not, they would be tossed out of the safe house, left to the seething 
violence of Reynosa.

Mr. Sasvin Dominguez’s son sent the money. Last-minute extortions have 
come to be expected. A day later, they boarded a raft and entered the 
United States.

They wandered the dense brush before they stumbled upon a border patrol 
truck and turned themselves in.

Mr. Sasvin Dominguez said he and his daughter spent four days in Texas, 
in a facility with no windows. The fluorescent glare of the overhead 
lights continued day and night, troubling their sleep. It was cold. The 
migrants called it the icebox.

When they were released in November, Mr. Sasvin Dominguez was fitted 
with an ankle bracelet and instructed to check in with the immigration 
authorities in San Francisco, where he could begin the long process of 
applying for asylum.

His son bought them bus tickets and met them at the station. It was the 
first time they had seen each other in seven years.


On a sunny day in June, Mr. Sasvin Dominguez shuffled to a park, his 
daughter riding in front, hunched over the bars of a pink bicycle meant 
for a girl half her age. Behind him, his son and grandson tottered 
along, hand in hand.

They traversed a quintessential American landscape — bungalows perched 
on tidy green yards, wide sidewalks shaded by soaring live oaks.

He and his daughter live in the family’s modest one-bedroom apartment, 
now bursting at the seams. The trappings of suburban life fill the 
backyard: toolboxes, wheelbarrows, recycling bins.

But Mr. Sasvin Dominguez remains suspended in the sadness and fear he 
left behind in Guatemala. His other daughters are still trapped, and 
there is no money to move them.

Besides, he says, the journey north, even if they could afford it, is 
far too dangerous for three young women and a toddler to take on their 
own. His only hope, he says, is asylum.

That could take years, he is told, if it happens at all. A heavy backlog 
of cases is gumming up the courts. He does not even have a date yet for 
his first hearing.

Romeo de Jesus Sasvin Dominguez in the Bay Area, where he is seeking 
asylum for his family.CreditDaniel Berehulak for The New York Times
In the meantime, he lives in self-imposed austerity, scared to embrace 
his new life, as if doing so might belittle the danger his daughters 
still face.

In the park, families cooked out and blasted reggaeton. His daughter 
play-fought with her nephew, who never tired, no matter how many 
handfuls of grass she stuffed down his shirt, or how many times he 
retreated in tears.

She has found a better rhythm in their new life. In June, she finished 
sixth grade at the local school, which she loves. Her older brother 
keeps the graduation certificate on the small dining table.

She has dyed the tips of her hair purple, a style she’s grown fond of. 
Her face often falls back into the wide smile of the past, when her 
mother enrolled her in local beauty contests.

But she grows stormy and unpredictable at times, refusing to speak. She 
misses her mother. Her sisters, too.

Stuck in Guatemala, Lubia and her two other sisters moved into a small 
apartment, where they share a single bed. A portrait of their mother 
hangs on the wall.

They all work now, making tortillas in town. But they go straight home 
after, to avoid being spotted. Not long ago, Lubia ran into Gehovany’s 

Life for the sisters is measured in micro-improvements, pockets of air 
in the stifling fear. They are scarcely more than children themselves, 
raising children alone. Lubia’s 18-year-old sister now has an infant of 
her own.

They sometimes visit their mother’s grave, a green concrete box 
surrounded by paddle-shaped cactus.

“We are left here with nothing,” Lubia said.

She still bears the stigma of what happened. Neighbors, men and women 
alike, continue to blame her for her mother’s death. It doesn’t surprise 
her anymore. Now 20, she says she understands that women almost always 
bear the blame for problems at home.

She worries about the world her son will grow up in, what she can teach 
him and what he will ultimately come to believe. One day, she will tell 
him about his father, she says, but not now, or anytime soon.

By then, she hopes to be in the United States, free of the poverty, 
violence and suffocating confines for women in Guatemala.

“Here in Guatemala,” she said, “justice only exists in the law. Not in 

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