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 murdered indigenous women and girls.>

A red dress signifies Missing and Murdered Indiginous women and Girls
[Copyright: Amber Bracken/Al Jazeera]

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 10) except the last one (11th.) 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.>


Update 6 May 2022:
'Facing history and ourselves'
'Stolen Lives: The Indigenous Peoples of Canada and the Indian Residential Schools / Historical Background'
<<Untill There Is Not A Single Indian in Canada.

or below
click for more related links:

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.


<<The stench of death
On Canada's Highway of Tears.
By Brandi Morin
8 Nov 2021

In this six-part series, Al Jazeera tells the stories of some of the Indigenous women and girls who have gone missing or been murdered along an infamous stretch of highway in British Columbia, Canada. Warning: The following article contains content that may be disturbing to some readers.
British Columbia, Canada - Mike Balczer pensively traces the rim of a white coffee cup on a frigid February morning. He takes a ponderous breath and looks up. His hair is covered by a black and white bandana and a cap. His trademark attire - black leather and black and white flannel - bear the markings that distinguish him as a nomad - a Crazy Indian Brotherhood nomad. The Crazy Indian Brotherhood started in Winnipeg, Manitoba in 2007 and now has chapters throughout Canada and to the south as far as California and Oklahoma. It resembles a motorcycle gang, but Mike says the tough image is just for appearances. <We protect women and children around here. We patrol the streets looking out for the vulnerable.> And the uniform helps to intimidate the town’s drug dealers, he adds. But it is not only the local drug dealers who are on Mike’s mind. He is on the prowl - looking for a killer, or possibly killers, in Smithers. The small town in northwestern British Columbia has a population of just over 5,300 people. It is home to the remnants of settler frontiers and Indigenous nations in a valley between towering snow-capped mountains, curtained by rows of lodgepole pine, spruce, sub-alpine balsam fir, aspen, birch and cottonwood trees.
Although a confessed wanderer, Mike has called Smithers home on and off for the past 20 years. He is a member of the Wit’Dat Nation (Lake Babine Nation) about a two-hour drive east and as a hereditary chief is part of a traditional governance system responsible for decision-making and cultural practices. When he became a leader his elders gave him the name <Person of Many>.
Mike’s ancestors were self-sustaining and flourished through an economy based on inland fisheries until 1822 when missionaries arrived in the territory. By 1836 a fur-trading outpost run by the Hudson’s Bay Company (HBC) had been established at Lake Babine - the longest natural lake in British Columbia and home to the Lake Babine Nation, today the third-largest Indigenous band in the province, with more than 2,500 registered members. The HBC was at the helm of the British colonisation of North America and allowed early white settlers to get rich off the vast resources maintained by the Indigenous tribes during the fur trade. Indigenous trappers, hunters and guides worked alongside Hudson’s Bay employees to navigate the wilderness and harvest beaver and otter pelts to ship to Europe. In return, the company traded industrial goods, guns, European food and medicine with the First Nations. HBC also introduced alcohol to Indigenous traders, many of whom became addicted to it. With the arrival of settlers came foreign diseases like smallpox and measles that wiped out thousands of Indigenous communities across the country. In the 19th century, the Indigenous population of British Columbia was estimated to be more than 125,000. But by 1929 there were just 22,000 Indigenous people left.
In 1876, the Canadian government introduced the Indian Act - a policy that dictates the social, political, economic, spiritual and physical lives of First Nations to this day. It created a reserve system that herded First Nations onto small tracts of land in their traditional territories. Then came the Indian residential school system which forced Indigenous parents to send their children away to schools run by churches where physical, emotional, verbal, sexual and spiritual abuse was rampant. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) enforced the law and threatened parents who refused to send their children to the schools with jail time. The Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada (TRC) estimates that more than 150,000 Inuit, First Nations and Metis (a person of mixed Indigenous and European or American ancestry) children attended these institutions between the 1870s and 1996, when the last school was closed. Thousands of children died at the schools. These were the conditions Mike’s ancestors survived - but the repercussions of colonialism did not end with them. There is heartache and anger in Mike’s demeanour. He has suffered a loss he believes he may never recover from. The pain he feels is what drives him to seek justice - justice for the death of his daughter, Jessica Patrick. Mike began patrolling the streets of Smithers in 2020, a couple of years after 18-year-old Jessica was found dead off an embankment on the Hudson Bay Mountain in 2018. <They (the authorities) put her in a steel box. It had to be a closed casket because of the way they found her ...> He pauses to hold back his tears, before stammering out the words, <she … was deteriorated.> By the time she was found, nature had been feeding on Jessica’s body for about two weeks. Mike last saw his petite, brown-eyed daughter a couple of days before she went missing. It was August 2018 and he had driven from his home in Houston, an hour’s drive east of Smithers, to meet Jessica, her 18-month-old daughter, Alayah, and other family members at the town’s annual county fall fair. The father and daughter had not always been together; there had been tough times when Jessica was young. Mike and Jessica’s mother, Maureen Patrick, had raised Jessica and her older brother until they split up when Jessica was seven years old.
<Alcohol got in the way … ,> he explains, adding that both he and Maureen struggled with addiction back then. The children were taken away by child and family services and placed into foster care.>>
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Snatched away
By Brandi Morin
18 Nov 2021

<<British Columbia, Canada - Jennie* jumps out of bed gasping for air. She can hear the sound of twigs crunching and her own desperate screams. Sometimes she kicks and punches. The commotion wakes her husband, who tries to comfort her, to let her know she is safe. She never knows when the nightmares will come. But when they do, they overwhelm her. <I tried to get away, tried to scream, to do anything,> the 29-year-old explains as she recounts the events of 10 years ago that play out - over and over again - when she sleeps. <But I was just in shock.> Before that crisp fall day in November 2010, Jennie says she led a relatively normal life.
She is Gitxsan First Nation, from Kitwanga, meaning People of the Place of Rabbits, in northwest British Columbia. It is a spectacular landscape of colossal jagged mountains, thick forests and freshwater rivers 241km (150 miles) from the North Pacific Ocean. Kitwanga village lies on the northern bank of the Skeena River, a bustling salmon migration route. It is 3km (2 miles) from a national historic park called Battle Hill; a knoll in a valley that was once a fortress occupied by a warrior chief named Nekt. According to legend, the fortress was man-made, built to repel outside raiders, and was the scene of epic tribal battles during which it was defended by rolling large logs covered in spikes down upon the attacking forces.
But no one was around to defend Jennie that day.
She was attacked just outside Kitwanga village along Highway 37, which is one of only two routes from British Columbia to the Yukon Territory and the State of Alaska to the north. It is just a few kilometres off Highway 16 - a villainous stretch of road where dozens of mostly Indigenous women and girls have disappeared or been found murdered since the 1950s, earning it the moniker Highway of Tears. As a child, Jennie lived more than an hour’s drive west of Kitwanga in the city of Terrace, British Columbia. But when she was 11, her mother inherited her grandfather’s home in Kitwanga and the family moved there. She loved the opportunity it allowed her to learn about her culture, language and traditional dance. But even then, she knew of the dangers that lurked nearby. She had heard of Indigenous girls being snatched away along the Highway of Tears, never to be seen again. But she had never imagined she could be one of them. That November afternoon, Jennie missed the school bus so she began walking home from her school in the centre of Kitwanga, as she had done several times before. She remembers it being a chilly but bright, sunny day. As she approached an area the locals call Snake Hill - a steep, rounded hill on the highway that takes about 15 minutes to climb - a white pick-up truck appeared from the top of the hill. It slowed down as it approached her and the two white men inside began to catcall. She ignored them and kept walking. <They were yelling, saying that I was being disrespectful by not acknowledging them. Like I should be grateful that they wanted to give me a ride. They told me they should teach me a lesson.> She looks down; her hands are trembling. The men, who she estimates to have been between 25 and 35 years of age, pulled off into a side road, got out and began walking towards her. Sensing danger, she dropped her checkered black and white backpack filled with school books and ran. <I tried to throw it [the backpack] onto the road because lots of people knew my bag and that I walked that way,> she says, explaining that she wanted to leave some kind of evidence in case she was murdered. <They tackled me down the side of the hill,> she says, referring to the muddy, tree-filled embankment.
Her whole body begins to shake and she gasps for air. <They started ripping my clothes off and I just remember the mud being cold…Both of them raped me.> It is this that plagues her nightmares.>>
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