Memory as Resistance: A Tribute to WHRDs no longer with us
AWID’s Tribute is an art exhibition honouring feminists, women’s rights and social justice activists from around the world who are no longer with us.
In 2020, we are taking a turn
This year’s tribute tells stories and shares narratives about those who co-created feminist realities, have offered visions of alternatives to systems and actors that oppress us, and have proposed new ways of organising, mobilising, fighting, working, living, and learning.
49 new portraits of feminists and Women Human Rights Defenders (WHRDs) are added to the gallery. While many of those we honour have passed away due to old age or illness, too many have been killed as a result of their work and who they are.
This increasing violence (by states, corporations, organized crime, unknown gunmen...) is not only aimed at individual activists but at our joint work and feminist realities.
The stories of activists we honour keep their legacy alive and carry their inspiration forward into our movements’ future work.
The portraits of the 2020 edition are designed by award winning illustrator and animator, Louisa Bertman.
AWID would like to thank the families and organizations who shared their personal stories and contributed to this memorial. We join them in continuing the remarkable work of these activists and WHRDs and forging efforts to ensure justice is achieved in cases that remain in impunity.
“They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.” - Mexican Proverb
The Tribute was first launched in 2012
It took shape with a physical exhibit of portraits and biographies of feminists and activists who passed away at AWID’s 12th International Forum, in Turkey. It now lives as an online gallery, updated every year.
To date, 467 feminists and WHRDs are featured.
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Cristina Bautista
« Si nous nous taisons, ils nous tuent, et si nous parlons [ils nous tuent] aussi. Alors parlons. » - Cristina Bautista, 2019
Défenseuse infatigable des droits du peuple Nasa, Cristina s’est exprimée haut et fort contre la violence à l’égard de sa communauté. Dans un discours devant les Nations Unies, elle appelait à protéger les vies des femmes autochtones et à les impliquer dans différents domaines de la vie. En 2017, Cristina était membre du Bureau des Nations Unies pour les droits humains des personnes autochtones. Le Fonds de contributions volontaires des Nations Unies pour les populations autochtones lui a octroyé une subvention en 2019.
« J’aimerais mettre en lumière la situation actuelle du peuple autochtone en Colombie, le meurtre de leaders autochtones, la répression de la contestation sociale. Au lieu d’aider, l’accord de paix a renforcé la guerre et l’exploitation de territoires sacrés en Colombie… Actuellement, nous travaillons en tant que femmes, dans presque toutes les nations autochtones, à un avenir meilleur pour nos familles. Je ne veux pas voir plus de femmes vivre dans ces conditions en milieu rural. Il nous faut des opportunités qui permettent aux femmes autochtones de participer à la vie politique, à l’économie, à la société et à la culture. J’acquiers une réelle force aujourd’hui, en voyant toutes ces femmes ici, et en voyant que je ne suis pas seule. » - Cristina Bautista, 2019
Cristina a été assassinée le 29 octobre 2019, ainsi que quatre autres membres de la garde autochtone désarmée, dans une attaque potentiellement menée par des membres de « Dagoberto Ramos », un groupe dissident FARC.
D’après Global Witness, « le nombre d’assassinats de leaders communautaires et sociaux·les a terriblement augmenté en Colombie au cours de ces dernières années ».
« La communauté nasa a prévenu à maintes reprises les autorités au sujet des menaces qui pèsent sur leur sécurité. Malgré les efforts déployés par les gouvernements colombiens successifs, les peuples autochtones continuent de faire face à d'importants risques, surtout les dirigeants communautaires ou religieux comme Cristina Bautista.» - Point presse des Nations Unies, 1er novembre 2019
Anchalee Phonklieng
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Como organizadorx, puedes proponer hasta dos (2) actividades, y también puedes asociarte en otras propuestas.
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Ayanda Denge
“I am a wonder… Therefore I have been born by a mother! As I begin to stutter, my life has been like no other…” - Ayanda Denge (read the whole poem below)
As a committed and fervent social justice activist, she fought for the rights of sex workers, trans persons, and for those of people living with HIV and AIDS. She was also a motivational speaker on cancer awareness, and campaigned for affordable and social housing, especially for poor and working-class people. Ayanda stood tall as a mountain against different and often abusive faces of discrimination.
“Being transgender is not a double dose, but it’s a triple dose of stigmatisation and discrimination. You are discriminated against for your sexual identity, you are discriminated against for your work, and you are discriminated against for your HIV status.” - Ayanda Denge, 2016
She was acting chairperson at the Sex Workers Education and Advocacy Taskforce (SWEAT) and also worked as an Outreach Coordinator at Sisonke, a national sex workers’ movement in South Africa.
“From us, from our regional head office, to SWEAT where I sit on the board, to Sisonke, a movement of sex workers in Cape Town. We all amalgamate, we have one cry and it’s a cry that is recognised internationally by international sex workers. We want decriminalisation of sex work.” - Ayanda Denge, 2016
She lived in the Ahmed Kathrada House, which was being occupied by the Reclaim the City campaign for social housing. In 2018, Ayanda was elected house leader. On 24 March 2019, she was stabbed to death in her room. The year prior, another resident was killed.
Reclaim the City draws a connection between the safety of the house residents and the Provincial Government withholding electricity and the human right to water:
“We cannot separate the safety of women and LGBTQI people living in the occupation from the refusal by the Western Cape Provincial Government to turn the electricity and water back on at Ahmed Kathrada House.
The house is pitch black at night. We need lights to keep each other safe. It is as if the Province wishes to punish poor and working class people, whose only crime is that we needed a home. While they may disagree with our reasons for occupying, they should be ashamed of themselves for putting politics before the safety and dignity of residents of this city.
Rest in Peace comrade Ayanda Denge, we shall remember you as we carry the torch forward in the struggle for decent well-located housing.”
Poem by Ayanda:
I am a wonder…
Therefore I have been born by a mother!
As I begin to stutter,
My life has been like no other.
Born in pain
Nourished by rain
For me to gain
Was living in a drain.
As I shed a tear
I stand up and hold my spear.
Voices echo, do not fear
Challenges within a year,
Challenges of hurt are on my case;
Community applauds as they assume I have won my race;
But in reality my work strides at a tortoise pace;
On bended knee I bow and ask for grace.
For the Lord
Is my Sword;
To remind humanity
That he provides sanity.
Why Lord am I this wonder?
The Lord answers me with the rain and thunder,
For questioning my father
Who has in the book of lambs
A name called Ayanda.
From the streets my life was never sweet
The people I had to meet;
At times I would never greet;
Even though I had to eat;
I’d opt to take a bow
Rather than a seat
Listen to the poem in Ayanda’s voice
“For my life represents that of a lotus flower, that out of murky and troubled waters I bloomed to be beautiful and strong...” - Ayanda Denge, watch and listen
Tributes:
“Ayanda, I want to say to you that you are still a survivor, in our hearts and minds. You are gone but you are everywhere, because you are love. How beautiful it is to be loved, and to give love. And Ayanda, that is the gift that you have given us. Thank you for all of the love, we truly did need you. Going forward, I promise to you that we will all commit to continue with the struggle that you have dedicated so much energy and your time to. And we will commit ourselves to pursuing justice in this awful ending to your life.” - Transcript of a message, in a farewell Tribute to Ayanda
“Ayanda was an activist by nature. She knew her rights and would not mind fighting for the rights of others. For me, it was no shock that she was involved with many organizations and it was known that she was a people’s person. It did not need to be the rights of LGBTI but just the rights of everyone that she stood for.” - Ayanda’s sister
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وصلتني رسالة يوم الأربعاء
مصحوبة بعنوانٍ على ظهرها.


الخامسة مساءً، اليوم
خطّ كتابة الدعوة –
متحفّظ وجاف –
رأيته خمس مرّات في خمس سنوات.
جسدي مُستنفَر،
محموم.
أحتاج لمضاجعة نفسي أوّلًا.
المدُّ عالٍ الليلة
وأنا
أنتشي.
أريدُ إبطاءَ كلَّ شيء،
واستطعام الوقت والفراغ،
أن أحفرهما
في الذاكرة.
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لم آتِ أبدًا إلى هذا الجزء من البلدة.
الأماكن المجهولة تثيرني،
[كذلك] الطريقة التي تقاوم بها الأشلاء والعروق والعظام
الاضمحلال،
مصيرهم غامض.
عند الباب أعيدُ التفكير.
الرواق قاتم السواد
يجعلني أتوقّف.
على الناحية الأخرى،
مثل اللعنة، يُفتَح باب
من الروائح والألوان
على عَصْرٍ مُشمس.
النسيم
يجعل شعري يرقص،
يثير فضوله،
يدفعه للحركة.
أسمعُ أزيزَ الكرسي المتحرّك،
يشكّل الظلال.
عندها أراهم:
وجه فهد
وجسدٌ مثل جسدي
وأجِدني راغبة بكليهما
مرّة أخرى.


يقترب المخلوق منّي.
إيماءاتهم تكتب جملة؛
كلّما اقتربت منهم،
أتبيّن تفاصيلها:
ذبول، لحم، غِبطة
بأمر ٍمنهم، تزحف الكرمة
التي تغطّي الرُواق
مُعانقةً الصخور الدافئة
وتتسلّق الحائط كالأفعى.
لقد أصبح فعلًا،
«أن تقفز»،
أُعيدَ توجيهي عندما أشارت مخالبهم
نحو سرير الكرم في المنتصف.
أسمع العجلات خلفي،
ثم أسمع ذلك الصوت.
يُدوي
بشكلٍ لا مثيل له.
أجنحتهم الطويلة السوداء
ترتفع نحو السقف
ثم تندفع للأمام.
عينا الهرّة تفحص كلّ تفصيلة،
كلّ تغيّر،
كلّ تَوق.
هل يمكن أن تُذيب الرغبة عضلاتك؟
هل يمكن أن تكون أحلى من أقوى المهدّئات؟
فهدٌ يخيط العالم،
عبرَ اختلافاتنا،
غازلًا الدانتيل حول ركبتيَّ.
هل يمكن للرغبة أن تسحق تباعُد العالم،
أن تكثّف الثواني؟
مازالوا يقتربون،
تلتقي عين الفهد بعين الإنسان،
تتنشّق الهواء،
تُحوِّل الجسد إلى
إلحاح.
يخفقون بأجنحتهم للأسفل.
هائجة،
تلتفّ الكرمة حول خصري/ خسارتي.


لسانهم يرقّق الوقت،
تتبدّل الآراء،
يُسكِّن، بسحرهم،
ما يشتعل أسفل [السطح].
أرى العالم فيك، والعالم مُنهَك.
ثم يتوسّلون:
دعيني أقتات عليك.
Ruth Alicia López Guisao
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Incarner un plaisir en pleine conscience des traumatismes
Le traumatisme, ce n’est pas l’événement, c’est la manière dont nos corps répondent aux événements qui nous semblent dangereux. Et le trauma reste souvent coincé dans notre corps, jusqu’à ce que nous l’abordions. Il n’est pas possible de faire autrement – c’est ainsi que notre corps l’entend.
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