La Revuelta Feminista

On the 16th of February hordes of outraged protesters took to the streets. Hundreds gathered at Alameda de Hercules at 19:00 on Friday night. The commotion, in the trendy bar district of Sevilla, willfully drew attention. The swarm soon swelled with the arrival of kindred passersby. 

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The march was the offspring of outrage at an array of recent reports of sexual assault and violence against women. Numerous individuals and feminist collectives came together to highlight the issue and demand change. 

The backlash was spearheaded by La Revol, a feminist initiative that passionately petition for gender equality. They are notably active within the community and host a variety of events that advocate for gender equality. The majority of events they organise are hosted in a building the feminist group occupy on Calle San Luis in Seville. 

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The controversial cries affronted numerous onlookers and polarised the crowd. The shrieking protesters did not intend to tread carefully around petulant bystanders. They were frank in conveying how deeply enraged they were. They demanded to be heard. The contentious chant effectively portrayed a raw response to the recent reports:

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         “Macho muer to abono pa mi huerto.

         "Dead male fertilizer for my garden." 

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A similar slogan was used by gay rights activists from Universidad Complutense de Madrid. However, their banner was aimed at heterosexuals rather than men. The group of activists responsible for the slogan stated that the aim was to offer the oppressor a different perspective. The banner caused significant outrage, gained great opposition on social media and was reported by various online and local news agencies. 

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The march came to a standstill at Plaza de Pumarejo in the Macarena district. Pumarejo has gradually become a hot spot for social activism in Seville. However, many unsuspecting locals sipped cervezas and nibbled on tapas as the tumultuous congregation poured into the square. The intensity and determination of the activists remained vigorous and apparent in their chants until the last moment of the march. 

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Two women took turns to address the locals and the band of equality fighters. The atmosphere was very quickly subdued as the protesters were reminded of the grim reality of the recent assaults. The determination evident only moments before was shrouded, descended into grief as they reflected on what they were fighting for. 

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The two sincere and heartfelt speakers drew the end of the march. There was a simmer of murmuring among locals and protesters alike. The ambience shifted once more as a portable speaker gave permission to be jovial once more. The vigor and tension of the march exploded into a celebration. People of all ages and genders came together to dance in triumph.

It appeared they were victorious.

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