tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931271879027226012024-03-04T22:46:50.198-06:00100 Million GirlsDedicated to raising awareness about 100 Million Girls killed over the last 20 years. We are focused on those infants who are killed AFTER birth! Follow the blog to help stop the mass extermination of infant and toddler girls around the world!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093127187902722601.post-76714024344322844712012-09-18T20:49:00.001-05:002012-09-18T20:50:52.381-05:00American Women Prefer Girl Babies<br />
It Seems American women think baby girls are priceless and will go to extremes to have girl babies while the other half of the world thinks they are worthless. Couldn't me just swap babies?<br />
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Sent by <a href="mailto:Srabe@austin.rr.com" >Sheree</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093127187902722601.post-60534251309517343632012-07-25T17:48:00.000-05:002012-07-25T17:48:08.318-05:00A Male Math Teacher in India is Standing up for Baby Girls!<br />
<h3>Sunil Jaglan's village lies in the heart of Haryana's Jind district - an area notorious for honour killings and it's low sex ratio. He says he realised just how bad things were for women when his own daughter Nandini was born 6 months ago.</h3><blockquote>"When Nandini was born, I took sweets for every one and I was surprised when not just village women but even educated friends wondered why I was distributing sweets for a girl. I felt very bad," Jaglan says.</blockquote>It was then that it became clear to him that to fight female foeticide he would have to get women on his side. He reasoned, he argued, he fought and continues to fight. All in the hope that little Nandini grows up in an equal society where women have a right to choice as much as anyone else.<br />
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<a href="http://www.asafeworldforwomen.org/children/c-central-and-south-asia/children-in-india/2871-man-who-teaches-value-of-girls-in-india.html">The man who teaches the value of girls in rural India</a><br />
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<b>Why Would Anyone Kill Their Daughter?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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In 1789, Jonathan Duncan, a colonial officer repeatedly reported back to England that some of the Indians were killing their infant daughters. The English were shocked. Mara Hvistendahl writes that the economic systems the English established created problems that meant that women could no longer inherit property so Indians killed their daughters for financial survival. Her argument is tortured. She attempts to point how common infanticide was in England as well, but that begs the question why Duncan was so shocked that he was disgusted and kept pointing it out so much to his superiors that his concern for India’s baby girls was eventually called Duncan’s Private War? If it was common in England, why would he have even been shocked?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hvistendahl depicts a link between the U.S.A. concern during the 1950’s and 1960’s with overpopulations and the spread of Communism led John D. Rockefeller III to urge a group of investors that supplied aid to these countries with burgeoning populations to limit their growth by making any aid contingent upon birth control. The Johnson administration also urged governmental agencies to urge populations control. This push led to the formation of China’s One Child Policy and India's push to limit family size. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The citizens of the countries that responded to American pressure came to the decision that if they could only have two children they wanted both of them to be boys. Those that could afford amniocentesis and later ultrasound had sex selection abortions. Others chose to pay the midwife eighty cents to snap the spine of a newborn and declare her stillborn, or dunk her in a vat of milk, pummel her until she convulses and dies or leave her in a ditch to be eaten by packs of dogs. Some say that they are doing the baby a favor since women have such hard lives and she has the chance to come back as a celebrated boy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Governments concerned with the severe shortages of girls have tried to convince citizens to give their baby girls up for adoption. Many thought that it would be better to preserve their honor by killing her than risking that she might grow up and bring dishonor on the family even as an adopted girl.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Others blame a misogynistic culture that honors only men and sees women as property to be used and abused as men see fit. There is a long held belief that raising a girl is like watering someone else’s garden. She will need food, clothes and medical care but will never pay you back since she will marry and move away to another family. Boys are breadwinners and only sons can light the funeral pyre for his father ensuring that he goes to heaven. Often, the first girl is allowed to live to serve the family as a mini-mom or slave, always eating the leftovers after the boys eat, not going to school and denied medical care unlike boys.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Many countries with biologically impossible male/sex ratios have strict class distinctions that define a person’s status. Status and the honor of the family are more important than the life of a baby girl. In the <i>It’s a Girl</i> trailer, one woman speaks nonchalantly about strangling eight baby girls so that she could finally have a boy. Girls are considered inferior, disabled, unlucky, low status. In western societies, the status of class if not as ridged or as valued. We have class distinctions but they are fluid and no one is tried and murdered for trying to associate with another class, unlike in some countries. Status in such countries is much more important than it is in the west, which is hard for westerners to understand. The Telegraph states that the middle class is jumping on selecting only males, following in the footsteps of the more wealthy who started the latest trend.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Baby girls are being killed in half of the population of the world. Dowry is not an issue in many of these countries, yet the male to female ratios are an impossibility without human intervention. Indians claim that they want to kill baby girls because they cannot afford the dowries that are required when she marries. An Indian girl who is unmarried brings shame, but marrying one costs a lot of money. This may be a contributing factor but it does explain why the wealthy classes practice girl killing in even greater numbers, nor why this is a problem all over the world. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The male/female births in the Indian, Chinese and Vietnamese populations in the U.S.A. and the U.K are showing biologically impossible ratios even greater than in their home countries. This means that they are sex-selecting or killing infant girls. The numbers are so massive around the world, that the sex ratio for the world has been skewed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Telegraph-<a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/india/8601488/Indians-pay-surgeons-to-turn-girls-into-boys.html">http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/india/8601488/Indians-pay-surgeons-to-turn-girls-into-boys.html</a></span></div>
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font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">fresh-born scrub-bushes</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">and twisted-tiny</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">crawling roses. The rock</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">at noon, the hottest hour</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">of the day, so the it</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">would pull the seeping blood</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">deep into its skin.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Faster than room and space made -- </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">bodies slain and pushed aside -- </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">they lined up with,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">the crying children</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">held tight to breast, shoulder, face -- </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">whispering, "remember the honor,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">necessity. You must die."</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">In this way they fed Molek</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">the blood of their children</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">for days-on-end, one-by-one.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Crying babies, death knell ringing</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">across a summer sky while</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">the hot-wet-smell of blood</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">filled the breeze, floated away.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">~ * ~</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">One hundred, two hundred, three</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">thousand, four thousand, more -- </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">slaughtered into dark-gray silence,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">quiet like the years</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">passing after them.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Two thousand years,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">countless days, and</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">100-millions-girls later.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">~ * ~</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">They come to the rock,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">clear the way for sacrifice -- </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">the blood, child blood, warm blood</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">splashes on the crawling roses.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">The lines grow long, filled</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">with crying children</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">held tight to shoulder,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">breast, face -- whispering,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">"remember the honor, necessity.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">You must die."</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">In this way we feed Molek</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">the blood of our children</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">for days-on-end, one-by-one.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Crying babies, death-knell ringing</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">across a summer sky while</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">we pretend its an illusion -- </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">turn away, hide our eyes.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">The rock still stands --</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">the growth of bushes,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">briers,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">and half-dead flowers</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">covering its north side; </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">its south side chipped,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">well-worn from use -- </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">waiting.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">~July 2012</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">This poem was written for the 100-million-girls website.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Artwork Credit: Artwork by (c) Tirin, aka Tilde Carlsten. Please visit her blog (offering a variety of interesting topics and great artwork HERE.) Thanks and gratitude to Tirin for the use of this picture.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Citations:</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Wikipedia contributors. "Moloch." Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, 11 Jul. 2012. Web. 21 Jul. 2012.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Molek - explanation from Wikipedia: </span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">As a god worshipped by the Phoenicians and Canaanites, Moloch had associations with a particular kind of propitiatory child sacrifice by parents. Moloch figures in the Book of Deuteronomy and in the Book of Leviticus as a form of idolatry (Leviticus 18:21: “And thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire to Moloch”). In the Hebrew Bible, Gehenna was initially where apostate Israelites and followers of various Baalim and Caananite gods, including Moloch, sacrificed their children by fire (2 Chr. 28:3, 33:6; Jer. 7:31, 19:2–6).</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Moloch has been used figuratively in English literature from John Milton's Paradise Lost (1667) to Allen Ginsberg's Howl (1955), to refer to a person or thing demanding or requiring a very costly sacrifice.</span></span>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="background-color: white;">Worldwide War on Baby Girls</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The population composition of the entire human species is being distorted. Some blame the <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">availability of inexpensive technology to conduct sex selected abortions. Nicholas Eberstadt, <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Henry Wendy Chair in Political Economy at the American Enterprise Institute writes, <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">However, the focus on sex selected abortion is not entirely helpful. Where sex selected abortion is outlawed or unavailable, baby girls are tortured in the most inhumane ways and left to die in gutters and ditches or smothered. <span lang="EN-IN">According to new data - an Indian girl between the ages of one and five years old is 75 percent more likely to die than an Indian boy, giving the country the worst gender differential in <span class="yshortcuts1"><span id="lw_1332232941_2">child mortality</span></span> in the world <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IN">Female infanticide existed long before sonograms and sex-selected abortions. Baby girls are fed to packs of canines while adults watch. There are a multitude of ways to kill baby girls. They are drowned in a bucket of milk, fed salt, or buried alive in earthen pots. </span>The latest trend in India is to dunk a newborn girl in a vat of cold water so that she will get sick. Then the parents take her to the doctor who prescribes medicine. The parents take the medicine home and throw it out. So that when she dies a few weeks later, the doctor will determine the cause of death to be pneumonia. Sometimes the infant is given a drop of alcohol to create diarrhea, which is another justified death that will not lead to murder charges. Murdering newborns is illegal in most of the world so this provides cover for determined parents.<span lang="EN-IN"> "New Trends of Killing the Girl Child" <i>Yahoo News</i>, </span><span lang="EN-IN"> </span><span lang="EN-IN"><a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/trends-killing-girl-child-084124279.html">http://in.news.yahoo.com/trends-killing-girl-child-084124279.html</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IN">The <i>Telegraph </i>reports that Indian parents are even taking their little girls to surgeons and paying them to turn them into boys. The surgeon will craft a penis and give the child hormones, customizing the child to fit the desires of the parents. The article claims that greed and a concern over status are driving this draconian trend.</span><span lang="EN-IN"> </span><i>Telegraph</i>, "Indians Pay Surgeons to Turn Girls Into Boys," <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/india/8601488/Indians-pay-surgeons-to-turn-girls-into-boys.html">http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/india/8601488/Indians-pay-surgeons-to-turn-girls-into-boys.html</a> <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">I. My thesaurus doesn’t have an entry for “genocide.”</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">Perhaps because some horrors are too strong for synonyms. Or perhaps because genocide</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">happens to other people, other nations, and Random House cares more about foreign book rights</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">than it does foreign people, so Americans don’t need more than one word for it. But remnants of</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">what might have been litter roads all over the world. Shells of potential, allowed little more than</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">a first breath, get slaughtered on sight, as though human life amounts to anything cheaper than</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">priceless.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">II. My dictionary pretends that American’s don’t have a role in this.</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">As though we don’t commit violence against nation upon nation, that we don’t murder each</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">other, that we’re not driving this nation to suicide. PETA screams that meat is murder, but</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">in some countries, daughters don’t get the care afforded to animals bound for slaughter. In</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">America, we don’t care about children only allowed to live for a moment. Who get bludgeoned</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">like prizefighters who can defend themselves. Who get frozen like leftovers that nobody wants to</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">eat. Who get ignored like raisins in the sun—to wither, to explode, the outcome doesn’t matter.</span>
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">In half of the world today, fetuses, infants and toddler girls are being exterminated after birth merely because they are girls. The trend is increasing rapidly,
radically altering male to female ratios worldwide with harrowing consequences.
The United Nations Population Division and the U.S. Census Bureau’s
International Programs Center, the two main organizations charged with
tracking and projecting global population trends, have identified unnaturally
high boy to girl sex ratios in over 50 countries and territories accounting for
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selected abortions. However, the focus on sex selected abortion is not entirely
helpful. Where sex selected abortion is
outlawed or unavailable, baby girls are tortured in the most inhumane ways and
left to die in gutters and ditches or smothered. <o:p></o:p>Indian parents are even taking baby girls to doctors turn them into boys with a faux penis and hormones to maintain status. </span></div>
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In China the “marriage squeeze” means that unlike in 2000
when 96 percent of all males married by their early 40’s to almost a quarter of all men projected to never marry by the year 2040, less
than 30 years from now. Economists have surmised that a shortage of women
should increase their value. While this
may be the case, we are seeing families sell their daughters to groups of men
who pool their money and use her sexually and as a slave, then resell her. Unfortunately, any increased value does not seem to trickle down to the woman. We
can also speculate that a huge group of “excess males” in these populations
with extreme child sex ratios would mean more crime, more trafficking, more prostitution,
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Motivated mostly by greed and status, a tragedy of the commons is underway, where
individual decisions about what benefits one family may be exercised without
regard for the degradation of life for all. This scope of this tragedy makes
Hitler look good. The UN estimates that
over 100 million girls have been killed after birth in the last twenty
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The west struggles to understand why anyone would take such
drastic measures to annihilate girl babies, though we have a history of son
preference even in the west and the male to female sex ratios are skewed
unnaturally even in America and the United Kingdom within certain populations. Some
believe that the west has contributed to the problem because beginning in the
1960’s we focused on the overpopulation without concern for the
ramifications. We pressured countries to limit their births. The perverse result
was that parents decided if they can only one or two children, they wanted boys
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Korea has lowered their very high male to female birth ratios mostly due to a
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speak. Who will speak up for them and
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Once upon a time there was a large family with ten members. There were so poor they couldn't live normally. Sometimes they didn't have any food to eat. In this family, only the father could work because the children were small, and couldn't work. The father didn't know what he should do. He couldn't buy food and clothes for their children.<br />
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One day he met a man who had a drugstore. He told him about his life. The man gave him a suggestion. <br />
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At first the father got sad and refused to consider it. But when he came home the poor man saw his children who were waiting for their father to bring them some food. But he had come home with empty hands. The children became desperate.<br />
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The man sat in the corner of the room and thought about his friend's speech. "You have eight children and can sell the kidney of one of them and get a lot of money."<br />
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The man could not sleep. The next morning when his friend opened his drugstore, the man went ot him and told him his decision. The next day his friend took one of his children and they went to the doctor. <br />
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The boy was so afraid when they went to the doctor's room. After an hour the doctor came out and said, "We could take the kidney but we couldn't help the boy. Unfortunately, he died."<br />
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<b>Afghan Women Writer's Project</b>: <a href="http://awwproject.org/">http://awwproject.org</a>/<br />
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Hillary Clinton<br />
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When Indira Gandhi was Prime Minister of India, she met with her cabinet members to discuss the problem of rape. They noticed that the rapes were mostly happening at night, so the male cabinet heads all agreed there should be a curfew on the women. Indira Gandhi said, <i>No, the curfew should be on the men, since they are the ones raping!</i> This exchange shows just how vital a woman's voice is to reason, to common sense and justice.<br />
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Recently a woman accused me of lumping men into a big ball when I spoke of the atrocities against women in the world. Unfortunately, the major impediments to women's freedom come from men. I said men do a fine job standing up for themselves, it is women and girls who need help. I explained that I could not even imagine any man standing up and complaining that:<br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="background-color: white;">Only 97% of the Fortune 500 CEO's are male,</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">There are not 100 million boy babies being killed just because they are boys, </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">They only make 30% more on the dollar than women</span></li>
<li>Only men govern 89% of the top law firms in the country</li>
<li>Only 74% of the men at law firms make $500,000 or more</li>
<li>Male doctors make only $350,000 more than female doctors</li>
<li>Only 77% of federal judgeships are held by men</li>
<li>Only 73% of state judgeships are held by men</li>
<li>Only 83% of the Senate is male</li>
<li>Only 83% of the House is male</li>
<li>That only 5% of men die in domestic violence as compared to 30% of women</li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;">That they are not being beaten and held as prisoner in their own homes</span></li>
<li>That they are being forced to cover every inch of their bodies in some countries</li>
<li>That there are no words to call a man a slut, whore or bitch</li>
<li>That from a young age he was told "stop acting like a boy," implying that boys are the worst things anyone can be.</li>
<li>Only 91% of editors are male</li>
</ul><div>My friend wanted me to focus on the gains women have made in our generation. Yes, we've made gains, but I feel more like Susan B. Anthony. Susan is probably best known for her tireless work on behalf of women, but especially daring to vote and getting arrested. On her deathbed, she told a friend, <i>All my life I fought for just this much justice, </i>she held her hand up with her pointer finger and thumb parallel about one half inch apart, <i>and I will die without achieving it.</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div>Women all over the world need to be free to be who they are, to work if they wish, to not work if they wish, to give birth to girls and boys, or not to give birth at all, to wear what they wish, make equal pay, have equal opportunities and have equal support for their efforts. After all women hold up half of the sky.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We are forced to fight for basic rights and freedoms, even the right to live after birth instead of being disposed of like rats. I am a grandmother now and I want so much to leave a better world for my granddaughter, but oh I am getting older and the next generation doesn't seem to see how much still needs to be done. </div><div><br />
</div><div>We need to stand together and support each other instead of attacking those who care about the next generation. I never dreamed that standing up for baby girls being killed after birth would be so controversial. I will not be silenced by anyone. I hope you won't be silenced either. If we yell loud enough and long enough, we will be heard. One hundred million infants were silenced and couldn't fight for themselves. We must fight for them!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Until we give more women a voice in leading the world, we will never truly be free. We give birth to the world, and it is time the world honors our contributions because without us, no male would exist.</div><br />
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Below are some, but not all of the resources used to write this article.<br />
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<b>ABA Commission on Women in Law</b><br />
http://www.americanbar.org/content/dam/aba/marketing/women/current_glance_statistics_2011.authcheckdam.pdf<br />
<b>Catalyst</b><br />
http://www.catalyst.org/page/64/browse-research-knowledge<br />
<b>Domestic Violence Resource Center</b><br />
http://www.dvrc-or.org/domestic/violence/resources/C61/<br />
<b>Medscape Today</b><br />
http://www.medscape.com/features/slideshow/compensation/2012/public<br />
<b>New England Journal of Medicine</b><br />
http://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJM199604113341506<br />
<b>Wikimedia Medi Wiki</b><br />
http://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/Editor_Survey_2011/Women_Editors<br />
The <b>UNICEF</b> document located on a tab of its own on this blog.<br />
<b>Congressional Research Service-House Composition</b><br />
<a href="http://www.fas.org/sgp/crs/misc/RL30261.pdf">http://www.fas.org/sgp/crs/misc/RL30261.pdf</a> <br />
<b>Congressional Research Service-Senate Composition</b><br />
<a href="http://www.senate.gov/reference/resources/pdf/R41647.pdf">http://www.senate.gov/reference/resources/pdf/R41647.pdf</a> <br />
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That heart, full of sorrow,<o:p></o:p></div>
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How can I hide the sorrow<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pabot, Susannah E., comp. <i>The Sky Is a Nest of Swallows</i>. First ed. Belleville, 2012.<br />
Afghan Women Writer's Project: <a href="http://awwproject.org/">http://awwproject.org/</a><br />
Available on Amazon<br />
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decided Fatima would have to marry Jan Mohammed, a man who was thirty years
older. She was to pay for the price of
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Muhammad’s family was very nice to her. Jan Muhammad was smitten by Fatima’s
beauty and fell in love with her. Soon
Fatima returned Jan Muhammad’s feelings and fell in love with him too. After a
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be interrupted. One night in a bombing,
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Ahmad, watching him grow and learn new things day by day. Ahmad kept her busy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Ahmad was three years old, Fatima’s second child Lila
was born. Lila had beautiful blue eyes
and blond curly hair. Fatima’s sadness
over the loss of her family receded as she was loved by her children and
husband.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One day during the time of the Taliban, Jan Muhammad left
the house for his work. That was the
last day of his life. The Taliban killed him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fatima cried with her in-laws at the loss of her husband and
their son. But her in-laws were so upset
they told Fatima this was her fault. She
was bad luck. She had married their son
because they had lost another son. They
told Fatima that she was in their house because of baad. So they told Fatima they never wanted to see
her again. She was to leave with her
children and never return.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fatima was a 19-year-old woman with a five-year-old son and
a year-old daughter. She had no place to
go. She went to her uncle’s house and
asked him for help. Her uncle took her
in, but Fatima soon found out he had plans for her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fatima’s uncle found a man who would buy Fatima but not her
children, because he did not want his family to know that Fatima had previously
married and her children were not part of the deal, Fatima fell into a deep
depression. She begged and pleaded with her uncle. She did not want to be married again. She could not live without her children. But her uncle had taken the money and did not
want to give it back.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Twice, Fatima tried to kill herself, but did not succeed
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As Fatima’s desolation deepened, her uncle’s family held
many discussions and decided that they would adopt Ahmad. This was a monetary decision. In two years, Ahmad would be seven years old
and would be able to work on the street and make money for them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But no one wanted Lila. She was a girl and considered
useless, too young to work and too young to sell for marriage. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally Lila was sold to someone from a European country as
an adoption. As Fatima was separated from
her children, she cried and screamed. No
one listened to her voice.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pabot, Susannah E., comp. T<i>he Sky Is a Nest of Swallows</i>. First ed. Belleville, 2012.<br />
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Where can I talk?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where can I tell my untold stories?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where<o:p></o:p></div>
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I speak from under my burqa<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am not allowed to speak aloud<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am an Afghan woman<o:p></o:p></div>
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I breathe poisons.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am not allowed to breathe the fresh air you breathe<o:p></o:p></div>
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I look outside the window of my burqa<o:p></o:p></div>
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It seems as if there is<o:p></o:p></div>
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No hope<o:p></o:p></div>
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No light<o:p></o:p></div>
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I see nothing but hopeless dreams<o:p></o:p></div>
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I see nothing but<o:p></o:p></div>
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Darkness<o:p></o:p></div>
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Darkness<o:p></o:p></div>
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Darkness<o:p></o:p></div>
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It seems as if the doors of victory are closed<o:p></o:p></div>
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Locked<o:p></o:p></div>
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Locked<o:p></o:p></div>
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Locked<o:p></o:p></div>
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There is no door in the jungle of wild thought.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I want a light to see my way<o:p></o:p></div>
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to live the way I want to live<o:p></o:p></div>
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to live the way I deserve.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I want to release myself <o:p></o:p></div>
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From the prison of a voiceless land.<o:p></o:p></div>
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From the tribe of silent<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dead<o:p></o:p></div>
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Burned,
women<o:p></o:p></div>
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Help me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Take my hands.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is not written in my destiny<o:p></o:p></div>
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To burn myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Can you hear me?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am a voice of my dead silent generation<o:p></o:p></div>
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I speak from under my burqa<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am not allowed to speak aloud<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where can I
talk?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where can I
tell my untold stories?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where can I buy a light?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Navy blue, long and baggy<o:p></o:p></div>
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Top and bottom with different designs of flowers<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hanging outside the shop along with other white and green
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Swinging in the cold wind of Kabul winter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Swinging tiredly and wondering about the woman who would own
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Maybe the one who would wear it unwillingly<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cursing herself for being born a woman<o:p></o:p></div>
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Complaining about her inability to see or move freely.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Swinging right and left, the burqa remained wondering<o:p></o:p></div>
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Whose face would it hide?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Whose identity would it take?<o:p></o:p><br />
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Pabot, Susannah E., comp. <i>The Sky Is a Nest of Swallows</i>. First ed. Belleville, 2012.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</div>Let Me Grow Up<br />
by Shogofa<br />
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Let me grow up<br />
Let me talk<br />
I have lots of words<br />
Let me walk, so I may run and feel the earth<br />
I am a prisoner<br />
Let me see the world, share my pain with all<br />
Let me tell how<br />
I am a prisoner for long time<br />
I have wishes<br />
I have dreams as a human being<br />
Let me reach the dreams<br />
I lost in war<br />
More than dreams,<br />
I lost my identity<br />
Where is it? How can I find it?<br />
I have been a prison for a long time<br />
Let me see the world<br />
Why must I stay in a cage?<br />
The victim of so many rules.<br />
Le me come out from my cage<br />
See the garden of heaven<br />
I am for living, not for beating<br />
I am human being before being an Afghan woman<br />
I have been prisoner for a long time<br />
Let me have my life.<br />
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Pabot, Susannah E., comp. The Sky Is a Nest of Swallows. First ed. Belleville, 2012.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">She was born in Iran and grew up with Iranian culture and language. A flower needs soil to grow and for her, that soil was Iranian. But her parents were Afghan immigrants—refugees--and life was very hard. Privation, prejudice, strangeness: these were daily problems. <o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">She never thought it easy or even possible to separate the flower from its soil—to say, “That soil is barbarian with you growing in it. It doesn’t know you! It doesn’t like you! Go! Go to another place…” So she could not believe Iran would persuade Afghan people to return to their country. She felt herself an Iranian girl in language, style, and culture. She could not face returning to a country she knew nothing of except that people said that she was from here. She thought Iran was her home, her soil, but she was wrong.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
The family finally left everything in Iran and came to Kabul. So many people had said goodbye to Afghanistan but they returned to say hello, to say: “Hey, wake up! It is now time to recover, to refresh, to stand up for us who came back for you.”<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">During the first months, everything was new and life was good. Her family pumped water from a well and looked at this as useful exercise. Prices seemed cheaper because of the different currency, and they felt more affluent. When there wasn’t enough fare for a bus or taxi they were happy to ride the rickshaw, though it was dangerous and the rickshaw ride on Kabul’s bumpy Charquila Road was like a theme park ride.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">One month, two month, three…a whole year passed, and by then things had grown boring. It seemed they had regressed ten years or more. It was no longer acceptable to waste energy and time extracting water from a well for washing clothes and dishes, instead of with piped water. The noise from the neighborhood kids became intolerable when the girl wanted to study. And in winter, she hated the snow, rain, and wind. The girl who used to love the wind whiplashing her hair!<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">She had changed. The mud and slosh, the dust and pollution in the street made getting around, having electricity, and getting water much harder. Father’s struggle to break wood for fuel and his trembling in the cold also changed her. Her tears when the wood was finished and there was no money to buy more—all of this changed her interests, ideas, even her appearance. She was now shy and her hands were black and wrinkled from the cold and dirty water of the well. She looked much older than her age. She endured her father’s unemployment too. He had worked as a welder in Iran and he was covered with cuts and rashes that she sometimes had to soothe for him with pomades. So although they had less money in Afghanistan, she was glad her father’s skin could heal. But he was ashamed about not working. He decided that an illegal return to Iran was the only solution.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">She wanted the whole family to return to Iran but they didn’t have visas so it was impossible. Only her dad went. They had never been separated more than a week. How could they tolerate this? God, how?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">His hands were saints for her. She kissed them, these hands, which had taught her sacrifice and zeal. He lifted her head, looked into her eyes, and said, “Your father is strong, but do you know what my real power is? It is the hope of seeing my daughter in white doctor’s cloth. You will make me proud. Remember this!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">**<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">My father returned to Iran, that alien place. He returned because Afghanistan was also alien, both for me and for him. I will never forget how the Iranian people scoffed: Hey Afghan! Hey stranger! And I will never forget how the Afghan people, my people, also scoffed: Hey Iranian! Hey stranger! Neither country could provide fertile soil for our whole family.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">It has been years since we returned to Afghanistan and I am still looking for my nationality. I’m still hoping for a piece of this earth where my family can sit down together. But my father has not returned. Sometimes I become sad and whisper, “God, I feel so poor not to have a home on any part of your earth!” At once a voice responds: “Don’t be sad. You are more like a swallow than a flower. Swallows have no lifelong nest on earth. The sky is their nest. Do not worry. Reach for the sky!”<br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">Read My Poems on the
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by Emaam*<br />
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<o:p> I</o:p> want to write. I
want to write about<o:p></o:p></div>
My dreams which never come true,<o:p></o:p><br />
My power that has always been ignored,<o:p></o:p><br />
My voice which is never heard by this deaf universe,<o:p></o:p><br />
My rights which have never been counted,<o:p></o:p><br />
My life decisions which are always made by others.<o:p></o:p><br />
Oh, my destiny, give me the answer, what am I for in this
universe?<o:p></o:p><br />
What does it mean to be an Afghan woman?<o:p></o:p><br />
Hmmm, I know you can’t provide me with an elegant answer so<o:p></o:p><br />
Just give me the pen, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the
hidden pen</i><o:p></o:p><br />
So that I can write, that is all I am asking for!<o:p></o:p><br />
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I promise I will take revenge, but not like men<o:p></o:p></div>
By gun and sword and aggression,<o:p></o:p><br />
Instead I will write.<o:p></o:p><br />
I will write even if I am warned not to touch a pen or
paper,<o:p></o:p><br />
I know one thing, that they can’t see that hidden pen with
their<o:p></o:p><br />
Blind eyes, no matter how strong their vision.<o:p></o:p><br />
My eyes will read my environment, my brain will save the
details,<o:p></o:p><br />
And I will write with the hidden pen on the chambers of my
heart,<o:p></o:p><br />
So that when I am caught and executed,<o:p></o:p><br />
Perhaps in Ghazi stadium like other innocent Afghan women,<o:p></o:p><br />
People will read my poems on the reddish stream of my blood.<o:p></o:p><br />
I will start writing with the hidden pen, and<o:p></o:p><br />
I know this will lead to a day when girls of this land will
be able<o:p></o:p><br />
To write with chalk on the blackboards of the school<o:p></o:p><br />
Or by markers on the whiteboards of universities,<o:p></o:p><br />
And one day they will make their voice heard-<o:p></o:p><br />
Then <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the hidden pen
will be remembered forever!<o:p></o:p></i><br />
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* All names have been changed to protect the women.<br />
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I hope you leave comments below so the Afghan Women Writer's Project can relay them to the writers!<br />
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Pabot, Susannah E., comp.<i>The Sky Is a Nest of Swallows. </i>First ed. Belleville, 2012.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Slaughter of Eve</span></b></div>
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Summarized from a UNICEF letter from 2005:</div>
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<i>We are confronted by the
slaughter of Eve, a systematic gendercide of tragic proportions. While the
facts are known and the figures easily available in United Nations and other
dedicated publications, the issue has not sunk in and, consequently, it is not
given remotely the attention it deserves. </i><br />
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<i>A sustained demographic “deficit” of 100-200
million women implies that each year 1.5-3 million girls and women are killed
through gender related violence. In comparison: each year some 2.8 million
people die of AIDS, 1.27 million of malaria. Or, put in the most horrible
terms, violence against women, causes every 2-4 years of a mountain of corpses
equal to the Jewish Holocaust.</i></div>
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<i>For each girl and woman
killed by mankind, there are scores who are physically or psychologically
wounded, if not maimed for life.</i><br />
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<i>Source: Theodor H. Winkler,
"Slaughtering Eve The Hidden Gendercide," Women in an Insecure World, Executive
Summary, Geneva Centre for Democratic Control of Armed Forces, Geneva, 2005, pp.
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The gendercide is continuing in many countries, but India
and China alone account for the 100 million girls estimated by UNICEF. Many
more are killed in Brazil, Pakistan, and other countries. </div>
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It is hard for us to comprehend how and why human beings
kill their own babies, but in most of the world, girls are not welcome and are
considered unlucky, a burden, something to dispose of in the trash. Antiquated
views about the superiority of boys have led to a culture of hate and violence
for girls and women around the world. </div>
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Many reasons are given for killing girl
babies, but this is really about a culture of male domination and the complete
control of women. Men decide if she can give birth or not, whether she is a
dishonorable wife or not.<br />
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I'd love to hear what you think about this? <br />
Why is this not talked about more?<br />
What can we do?</div>
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The extermination of newborn baby girls on an unbelievable
magnitude has been occurring over the last twenty years. Estimates from the UN indicate that 100-200
million children have died and still die simply because they were female. Several
million girls every year are slaughtered.<br />
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This is not about population control. Only baby girls are being beaten and left to
die in gutters and streets, or buried alive.This is not about abortion. It is about newborn girls. Another 100
million are believed to have been killed by sex-selected abortion, the
extermination choice of the more elite.<br />
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If blacks were being systematically killed because they were
black, gays because they were gay, or Germans because they were German, the
news would nonstop. Yet, compared to any other tragedy of this magnitude, there
has been virtually no press in America on the issue.<br />
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Watch videos about the issue from BBC, Al Jazeera, Indian TV and CNN Pakistan<br />
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