“I don’t want flowers, I want respect, not for just a day but everyday”
Accompanying the sea of voices and faces were the posters that silently mocked our oppressors, abusers and violators. For the murdered and missing, beaten and
bruised, our voices and our words rose up through the night
to call for justice and reclaim our rights
Text & pics by Sierra Chardonnay Jackson
I’d never attended the International Women’s Day marches in New York City, so I had no idea what to expect when I traveled to Atocha with a group of friends to participate in Madrid’s March.
Women young and old huddled together on a crisp night as cigarette smoke floated up towards the streetlights. (Yes, in Madrid you can still smoke outdoors.) Behind me, three girls with boisterous voices and short bob cuts chanted No es no, lo demás es violación (“I mean it when I say No. If you still insists, that’ll be rape”). Within seconds, the chant was echoed by thousands of other women. As the chants got longer and louder, I struggled to follow along in Spanish, occasionally missing a word or replacing it with another one.
Despite my difficulties understanding the chants at times, the novelty of walking past some of Madrid’s most iconic structures while screaming Madrid será la tomba del machismo (“Madrid will be the tomb of male chauvinism”) was not lost on me.
We were a cacophony of mostly female voices shouting our defiance to the heavens. And we dared the world not to listen.
Accompanying this sea of voices and faces were the posters that silently mocked our oppressors, abusers and violators. For the murdered and missing, beaten and bruised, our voices and our words rose up through the night to call for justice and reclaim our rights.
Here are a few posters from that night that best encompass what the march meant to all those who attended.