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EDITORIAL: THOSE INEFFABLE VOICES, MOTHERS OF US ALL<\/strong><\/h3>\n

When, on 5 February 1967, at only 50 years of age, Violeta Parra killed herself with a shotgun blast, the root of a tree died that, fortunately, and despite human wickedness, continued to blossom and bear fruit. The 20th century, even before being the century of the proletariat’s consciousness-raising, is the century in which, for the first time, the voice of women – the victims of thousands of years of blind and vulgar patriarchy – is heard, loud, clear and (unfortunately) desperate.<\/p>\n

It is very difficult not to utter platitudes on the subject. We do not want to talk about pink quotas, superiority, equal pay, because this is acquiescent rhetoric, which considers the current situation incontrovertible. There are women who have managed to bring their voices into our dreams, into our memories, into our life experience, and Violeta was the mother of them all. The ninth child of a peasant musician and a seamstress, born in a remote village on the plateau between Santiago and Concepci\u00f3n, she came from nowhere, from a place outside the crossroads of the dominant economy and culture, as it was for Jesus of Nazareth.<\/p>\n