In Venezuela, since the beginning of the dictatorship implemented by Chávez and continued by Maduro, there are many mothers, wives, sisters, grandmothers or aunts, who mourn their dead, violated or humiliated. I read about the controversy surrounding the pregnancy of the only woman killed in the massacre of The Junquito. I go beyond it. If Lisbeth Andreína Ramírez Mantilla, was in a state of pregnancy or not, does not matter. Assisted by history I reflect: the Venezuelan woman, of great courage, has always been in the struggle for freedom. There have been several chapters of our historical events dotted with female blood. Lisbeth, takes me back to the bloody 1814, when by orders of Boves and, to his good pleasure, Carmen Mercie was sacrificed inhumanly by the Creole officer, Pedro Rondón. Carmen-with the blue ribbon in her hair, fully identified as a patriot-had not accepted the love advances of that monster. Carmen, who worked actively in the Republican struggles, collected articles; money; weapons; healing wounded; In defiance of the tyrant who cast a shadow over the country. She was sacrificed inhumanly by lances. And so, while Carmen's unarmed body cooled on the stones of the church, the tyrants celebrated with laughter the vile murder, indulging in the convulsions of the fetus that, in her entrails, was extinguished without having lived.
The painting Emigración to the east, painted by Tito Salas, in 1913, shows the terrifying exodus from Caracas to Cumaná in 1814