It is to the misfortune of its components affected by insecurity that the people of Mali accompanied the world pace by commemorating, last week, the international day of women’s emancipation. Although bereaved, the day before, by dramatic turns of instability at the Center, the event experienced Gros Jean as before and announced no outline of prospects for the many potential victims of the phenomenon. One would have said that the different fronts of the genre have shrunk and that the abundance of victories won has trivialized the fight to the point that the spectacle now prevails over the combative ardor. The annual meeting will have been marked, all in all, by a manifest depreciation of the glorious commitment – which once made the pride and splendor of the people. The fervor has degraded, shamefully giving way to playful displays and exhibitionist postures against a backdrop of political recovery. So much so that the emblematic figures and other pioneers are reduced to self-imposed self-effacement probably out of embarrassment at being associated with the ambient banality. Where did the rebellion of landmarks and references that inspired female bravery and gave birth to new amazons from generation to generation finally go? No matter how hard we put our heart into it, hard work and a “transitional” touch, the celebration of March 8, 2023 could not stand out for a more enviable trend than this demeaning decor: mobilization more interested than spontaneous, enthusiasm aroused in the manner of provoked rains, insipid massive convergences and in need of communal substance. In question, an ideal hackneyed by feminist opportunism and an overly selective distribution of advances yet so numerous. Added to the constitutional achievements is a whole cluster of sesame harvested from the transposition of supranational instruments as well as many other decisions made under the guise of political will. And the latest of which – the quota of representation of women for 30% of administrative and elective positions – could only have contributed to further alienating the handful of privileged people from the overwhelming majority of disadvantaged sisters, but in whose name the common cause of women rakes, grabs the bet and memberships. Indeed, if the fractures within the same species do not seem so salient in theoretically recorded rights and freedoms, the gap is abyssal as to the reality of the differences in conditions and opportunities within the female microcosm. So much so that it would not be an exaggeration to say that the woman is a she-wolf for the woman, with regard to certain paradoxes which scour the ramparts of the people: against a background of overexploitation of housekeepers by their employers, physical abuse Domestic servants, for example, are legion in households, but are hardly as indignant as violence of a sexist nature or connotation. This discriminatory attention has just been expressed in a very inglorious way through the security phenomenon which is beating down whole sections of the territory and at the expense of the most vulnerable categories of the people, of those left behind, deprived to the point of n only have one soul to preserve. In the absence of assistance worthy of the name, they also feel a thirst for affection, which unfortunately will not have been quenched on the occasion of March 8. And for good reason, it is to their pain that their sisters in the capital and certain large cities have ruthlessly preferred deference to the authorities, raising the cup with the usual pomp, in defiance of appeals to defer it out of compassion. From the confines of Bankass, Bandiagara, etc., their cries of outrage have met less tenderness than indifference on the part of the spokespersons of the people who are more punctual to the magical receptions of the powers than receptive to corporate solidarity.
A KEÏTA