formerly known as
Womens Liberation Front


Welcome to, formerly known as.Womens Liberation Front.  A website that hopes to draw and keeps your attention for  both the global 21th. century 3rd. feminist revolutution as well and a selection of special feminist artists and writers.

This online magazine will be published evey six weeks and started February 1st. 2019. Thank you for your time and interest.

Gino d'Artali
in-dept investigative journalist
and radical feminist











                                                                                                            CRYFREEDOM 2019/2020

When one hurts or kills a women
one hurts or kills hummanity and is an antrocitie.
Gino d'Artali
and: My mother (1931-1997) always said to me <Mi figlio, non esistono notizie <vecchie> perche puoi imparare qualcosa da qualsiasi notizia.> Translated: <My son, there is no such thing as so called 'old' news because you can learn something from any news.>
Gianna d'Artali


<The stench of death>
<Canada's indigenous murdered women and girls.>

Between 8 Nov 2021 and 17 Feb 2022 AL Jazeera published a serial  of articles about femicides of Canadian Indigenous women and girls of which each word is so heartbreaking that it takes a lot of courage to read the whole serial. Still I challenge you to do so! I divided it  according to the number of articles and quoted from them ending with a read more URL. All articles were written by Brandi Morin (1 to 9) except the last one (10th.) written by an Al Jazeera team:

1<The stench of death
On Canada's Highway of Tears.>
2<'Snatched away'>

4<A lingering evil>

5<'No one is going to believe you'>
6<'If she was white, she would still be here'>


7<Vancouver rallies for missing, murdered Indigenous women>
8<A letter to … Sarah, who was murdered by a serial killer> (Canada)  

9<‘Walking to justice’>
10<Haunting Canada boarding school shot wins World Press Photo>

11<A warrior for Indigenous women and girls.>
12<Canada unveils agreements to compensate Indigenous children.>


Al Jazeera
By Brandi Morin
24 Apr 2022

Al Jazeera
25 Jan 2022
By Jeff Abbott
<Guatemala: Indigenous women celebrate ruling on sexual violence.>

Women's Media Centre
28 Mar 2022
By Shilu Manandhar
Nepal: <<Question of Honor: Assaulted Girls Strive to Receive Justice.

29 Dec 2021

<<'No one is going to believe you'
When the RCMP abuses Indigenous women and girls.
British Columbia, Canada - On a crisp February morning, on the edge of the city of Terrace, plumes of smoke rise from the chimneys of a row of tiny steel-roofed homes. From Gladys Radek’s kitchen window, the view is of towering mountains skirted by a thick forest. A trickle of sunlight pierces the low-lying clouds as if to tease winter with its warmth. Gladys grips a cup of hot coffee and looks outside. <I get to see this every day,> she gestures to the window and smiles. Her one-bedroom home is about 20 feet long and 10 feet wide (about 6 metres by 3 metres). It is run-down and cluttered, but to her, it is a place of peace in a life that has been anything but tranquil. Indigenous artwork adorns her walls. One - a striking painting depicting Highway 16 and an Indigenous woman crying blood-red tears - was painted by Wade Raw Eater, a Vancouver-based artist and former partner of Georgina Papin, a Cree woman who was murdered by serial killer Robert Pickton sometime after she disappeared in 1999. Indigenous music plays on a continual loop - a steady beat of drums and melodic singing. Gladys keeps it on 24/7 so as to be saturated by the sounds of her culture. It helps to keep her driven, she says. And she must stay driven considering the mission she has taken on - lives depend upon it. For almost two decades, Gladys has lobbied governments and organised rallies and other events to bring attention to the crisis of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls (MMIWG). The 65-year-old is a member of the Wet’suwet’en Nation located about an hour’s drive north of Terrace. Not only is she a leading advocate for MMIWG, but she is also a mother, a grandmother and a survivor. <I managed to live to tell about it,> she says, explaining that she relies on prayer to help her through the various abuses and hardships she has endured.
<There’s a Creator up there who has answered my prayers ... but my story is by far not unique because it’s happened to so many of us.>
'A house of evil'
When Gladys was five, she and her three siblings were taken from their mother - victims of what is now known as the Sixties Scoop. During this mass removal of Indigenous children from their families by the child welfare system, thousands of Indigenous children from across Canada were “scooped” up and placed into mostly white families where they were displaced from their culture and often abused. After living with a non-Indigenous family, who Gladys says treated her well, for a couple of years, she was sent to live in Terrace with relatives. It was a house of evil, she says, stopping to take a drag of her cigarette as her pet and best friend, a border collie called Tess, walks to her side at the kitchen table. Gladys pets Tess and continues. <There were lots of beatings. I was raped every weekend.> Her foster parents were residential school survivors. The notoriously abusive state and Church-run schools often inflicted severe physical, sexual, emotional and spiritual abuse on the Indigenous children who were forced to attend them. Gladys says her foster parents never recovered. <A lot of our people were damaged by residential schools. So, they took it out on us,> she says, describing a perpetual cycle of addiction and violence. When Gladys was a teenager, she started running away - eventually ending up in a reform school for girls in Vancouver, more than 1,500km (932 miles) south of Terrace. <I was labelled incorrigible,> she chuckles and shakes her head in disapproval. <I hated it there, so I ran away.> When she was 16, she found solace on the streets of Vancouver’s notorious east side. Soon she was drinking and gave up hope for a better life. <I just didn’t care any more. At that point, I didn’t give a s*** what happened to me. I was so angry,> she says.
With her indifference came a fearlessness and she says she would often hitchhike to get around. She knew to play it cool when the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) flagged her down, because she was a young runaway and they could be on the lookout for her. But she had also heard rumours about police officers hurting Indigenous girls - offering to let runaways go in exchange for sexual favours. It happened to Gladys - twice. The first time was just outside the city of Chilliwack in British Columbia’s southern interior. Gladys was trying to make her way to Calgary, in the neighbouring province of Alberta, to visit friends. It was a 1,000km (621 mile) journey and Gladys was walking along the highway when, at about 11.30pm, a police car pulled up beside her. The officer began questioning her. <He told me I looked like a girl that was wanted. He mentioned my name and I denied it,> Gladys recalls, explaining that she had a fake ID. The officer told her to get in the back seat of his cruiser, that she was not supposed to be hitchhiking. He drove down the highway. Gladys thought he was taking her to jail.
But then he pulled off onto a side road.
<He turned around and got into the back of the car and he raped me … we’re talking about an 80-pound [36kg] girl; I wasn’t even a woman yet. There was nothing I could do,” she says. There is a look of sadness in her eyes and then anger - but the emotions quickly fade. Talking about the trauma she has endured is routine and she says it <toughened her up>, but she has cried many tears of healing over the years.>>
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5 Jan 2022

<'If she was white, she would still be here'
Canada's murdered women and girls.>

<<British Columbia, Canada - Brenda Wilson has dedicated the past 27 years of her life to supporting the families of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls (MMIWG). It is emotionally draining, but it has become her life’s purpose. It all started when her younger sister was found dead. Ramona Wilson was Gitxsan First Nation and just 16 years old. She went missing in Smithers, northern British Columbia, on June 11, 1994, after telling her mother that she was going out with a friend and might attend some local graduation parties that evening. The next day, when her family discovered that she hadn’t shown up to meet her friend and her boyfriend called looking for her, they felt something was terribly wrong. They went to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), but the RCMP didn’t seem to share their concern. <The RCMP didn’t help, I don’t recall them searching,> says Brenda, on a frigidly cold and dreary day in Prince George, the largest city in northern British Columbia. <We put up posters and had lots of friends and family out searching,> she recalls. But Brenda didn’t join the search. She didn’t want to find her sister’s body, she explains. <I kept thinking she was kidnapped, held captive, she could be beaten. Was she hungry or cold? I was praying she was ok.> Brenda is dressed from head to toe in red, a colour that represents MMIWG, and wears a black mask with a red handprint. She has brought several framed photos of her sister to the local hotel where we are meeting. They show a fair-skinned young girl with dark, almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones and long black hair. <The night before we found her, I had a dream,> she nods, as her finger slowly traces circles on the large, wooden table in the hotel boardroom. <I knew,> she says. Ramona had been missing for 10 months, but that night, in Brenda’s dream, Ramona’s voice <kept saying, ‘they found me’.> The next day, Brenda was visiting a relative when she got the call. <I hate the phone and cell phones now,> she says, taking a deep breath and quietly studying a picture of her sister. Two teenagers had discovered Ramona’s body in a wooded area near Smither’s airport and just a few metres away from Highway 16, a notorious stretch of road that has become known as the Highway of Tears because of the high number of mostly Indigenous women and girls who have gone missing or been found murdered along it.
Yellow rope and nylon cables were found beside her. The trousers and sweatshirt she had been wearing were nearby, but her white and pink high top sneakers were never located. In the time between Ramona going missing and her body being found, the bodies of two other girls were discovered near Highway 16. Roxane Thiara and Alishia Germaine were both 15 years old. Six months after Ramona was found, 19-year-old Lana Derrick, a forestry college student visiting her mother in Terrace, vanished. According to the RCMP, she was last seen at a gas station on Highway 16. She has never been found. All three were Indigenous.>>
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