El Aborto Es Planeación Familiar

Durante el fin de semana ante pasado casi un millón de simpatizantes del movimiento “Ola Celeste México” armada por Frente Nacional por la Familia (FNF) se reunieron a nivel nacional para protestar contra el aborto.

Se dice que hubo testimonios de toda clase. Pero aún cuando hayan tenido testimonios científicos, en un país donde 80% de sus habitantes se identifican como Católicos, no es sorprendente que tantos ciudadanos vayan en contra de la interrupción de embarazo. Es importante que como país entendamos de donde nacen nuestras motivaciones.

Los anti-aborto suelen utilizar retórica positiva cual crea lenguaje afirmativo. Frases como “Sí a la vida” hacen pensar que quienes estamos a favor del aborto decimos “Sí a la muerte”.  Esta falacia comparativa es peligrosa.

La FNF no está pensando en la familia como su nombre lo insinúa. En un país donde la prevención al embarazo es escasa, ocupamos el primer lugar en embarazos en adolescentes y 43.6% de nuestra gente vive en pobreza, el acceso al aborto es cuestión de responsabilidad a la salud de nuestro país. El acceso al aborto es pensar en la salud, no solo del país, pero de los núcleos familiares.

La planeación familiar es suprema para la salud económica y calidad de vida de cualquier sociedad. Cuando estamos hablando de México con su pobreza monetaria, educativa, y laboral, negar el acceso al aborto es atarse las manos frente a uno, hincarse y rezar por un milagro que no va a suceder.

Una de las opciones que ofrecen estos movimientos en contra de la planeación familiar es la adopción. De nuevo, con casi la mitad de nuestra sociedad mexicana en pobreza, la adopción es escasa; casi inexistente. Entre Enero y Junio del 2018, solo 5 niños fueron procesados exitosamente por el DIF.

Lo que resulta es una población de niños y adolescentes abandonada por sus padres que se sitúa en albergues de bajos recursos. Es una población en riesgo a la violencia que persiste en nuestras comunidades. Es una población de futuros adultos que tendrán que lidiar con el abandono de su sociedad.

Además, somos un país que aún sufre altos niveles de violencia contra la mujer y a menores. De acuerdo a la OCDE, México ocupa el primer lugar en abuso sexual y violencia a menores ¿Dónde está la planeación familiar?

La Frente Nacional por la Familia no dice “Sí a la vida”. Dice, “No a la planeación familiar”. Dice, “No a la responsabilidad económica”. Dice, “No a la educación sexual en la escuelas públicas y el hogar”. Dice, “No a la autonomía de la mujeres”. Solo dice “Sí” a aquellas niñas y mujeres que preguntan si deben de abandonar sus estudios para trabajar por un salario mínimo para apenas poder alimentar a ese bebé que no querían o podían tener.

Quienes estamos a favor del aborto decimos “Sí a tu autonomía”. Decimos, “Sí a que tomes control de tu futuro”. Decimos, “Sí a las segundas oportunidades”. Decimos, “Sí a la planeación familiar”. Decimos, “Sí a un país que asume responsabilidad por sus fallas”.

El tema del aborto va más allá del debate sobre dónde comienza “la vida”. Va más allá de la religión y el lenguaje emocional que somos propensos a utilizar cuando hablamos del aprecio que tenemos por vivir. Mientras haya aspectos de la vida que tengan una finta “milagrosa”, no significa que debamos abandonar el razonamiento a cada vuelta por llamar algo “un milagro”. 

El tema del aborto trata sobre ser una sociedad responsable, inteligente, y considerada. Debemos poner nuestros egos e ideologías a un lado y considerar que no siempre sabemos las cosas que nuestros amigos y vecinos viven. 

De nuevo, somos un país 80% Católico. Lo más probable es que todos conocemos a alguien que ha tenido que tomar esa decisión difícil a través de métodos ilegales, peligrosos o necesitando ir lejos para poder accesar el cuidado que requieren.  Pero dado a una ideología que busca crear miedo a través del prejuicio, vivirán con ese secreto por siempre. Esa no es la clase de sociedad dentro de la cual yo quiero pertenecer.

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What The Hell Are We Fighting For?: Mexico and “the Family Unit”

I’m incredibly privileged and sometimes I forget.

I’m not sure whom I’m directing myself towards. To write this as an attempt to have it speak to the people of Mexico seems futile. To write this in English…well maybe it can be more widely read. After all, we are a country that sends its best.

I’ve been living in New York City for seven years. I went to a very liberal university for both undergraduate and graduate school. I have surrounded myself with inspiring hard working friends. I have insurmountable support from my family in Mexico and I want for nothing except what I, only, could get myself in the way of. But sometimes I forget.

Sometimes I forget the environment I stepped out of. One in where the social structures in place prevent others, different from me, from forgetting where they find themselves.

Yesterday, one of several marchas, or protests, nationwide, took place in Mexico calling for the “protection” of “the family unit”.  This was a large protest. A protest for the family unit based on one father, one mother, and however many children they may want to produce.

When I speak of forgetting, I’m referring to my position as a Mexican living in a highly democratic society in which most of the time, not always but most the time, the basic fundamentals of democracy do win.

The president of Mexico, the same guy that just offensively invited Donald Trump to our country, just signed an initiative to make same-sex marriage legal nationwide. Go figure he’d get something right. Unfortunately, this has caused an uproar.

What I forget is that Mexico is still a very confused country. As a developing nation that suffers from a corrupt government, corrupt policing, a corrupt economy, a corrupt public education system, and bases its aspirations mostly on ideology rather than fact; manipulation seems to be the only way to mobilize its people.

We are a people that either extort or are victims of extortion. We allow the powers that be to stand on our shoulders as long as we can go through the day without being bothered. We have, to a large degree, become an apathetic people who, instead of fighting for what we deserve, rather accept and wish for the best.

And then yesterday happened.

I sometimes forget that my country does have a fire in it. A powerful passion that is rarely used. One that is incomparable to that of the country I find myself in. We are a country of happiness. A country that has offered the world Nobel Prize winners. A country that has offered medical, scientific, and manufacturing advancements that compete at a global level. Not to mention, a country that has given you the best food, beer, and tequila you’ll ever have.

We are a people that want to sit down with you, have a beer, and have a good laugh. But we are also a people that sends its best because our own country fails us often.

But what the hell are we fighting for now?

As a progressive feminist Mexican in NY, I am comfortable where I am. If I speak, I speak to the choir. I may have a debate, but its a healthy one. No one leaves offended and its all fair game. This is not the case in Mexico. That is what I forget and that is a privilege.

When I speak of an equalitarian society in Mexico, I’m often welcomed with a rolling of the eyes, a pat on the back, and a dismissive “oh well” attitude. If it doesn’t affect them, its not an issue. This is an example of the general attitude I receive when visiting the country I call home.

But if I scroll on Facebook to posts about women or the LGBT community in Mexico, the comment section is dominated by replies that refer to christian traditional values. I go through them and in a seconds time become flustered with confusion, anger, and a feeling of powerlessness. The only thought that goes through my mind is: How?

How are we the country that looks to feel accepted out of it and yet can’t even accept our own within it?

With all of our problems, yesterday, the people of Mexico stood up for an imaginary problem. Imaginary because the wood and smoke used to ignite that fire was based on nothing more than old age tradition. A tradition which is looked to be imposed over actual democracy.

Yesterday, we were not our best. We were our petty, scared, and self-manipulated selves. The ones that fear to be told our truths rather than face our own reality. The ones that stick our heads in the ground rather than stick it above the water and fight for ourselves. The ones that shiver at the thought of change. Change that may allow us to be that which we aspire. Change that may allow us to move into the future and let go of the past. Very unfortunate aspects of who we are. Aspects that we take for granted at times but get in the way of our own success as a country.

I love my country; but I often feel ashamed of it.

We laugh at our neighboring country, the one I currently live in. But it is a country where mistakes are observed and fixed, not regurgitated and repeated.

After the Orlando shooting happened, an incident where many of the queer community died, I posed the question: What kind of country does America want to be? Now, I ask my home, my country, my people: What kind of country does Mexico want to be?