The following is a guest post from a friend of mine, Martin Simonneau. He is currently working on a charity project in Honduras and has been there for around six months now. Martin said his experiences so far have given him much to think about. He says that certain aspects of Hunduran life are “real eye-openers”, in particular the role, and treatment, of women. What follows is an honest, almost cathartic account of Martin’s time in Honduras.
These are Martin’s words, albeit with a few minor edits from myself.
Honduras has often been cited as the ‘most dangerous place on earth’ outside of a war zone. In particular, women in the country find themselves subjected to the most horrific violence one can imagine.
I have witnessed cases of extreme misogyny, I have laughed at sexist jokes because I wanted Hondurans to accept me, I let my adoptive ‘mother’ wash my clothes, cook my food and clean my room, I did not say anything when a friend showed me the most brutal and degrading porn video that he casually carries around on his phone, and like everybody else, I read through the local newspapers without being utterly shocked – that’s after six months of living here – at women having their hands chopped off, or even worse, murdered, because one daughter dared to cheat on her father. Life went on as normal.