Alejandra Gómez Céspedes, (PhD, MSc. Econ.)

… el mayor campo de exterminio en México. La noticia es de hoy.

Always 🙌🏼

¡Brava!

Nuestra infancia terminó. No olvidemos con quién la pasamos.

@archeohistories Brava 🙌🏼

In 1970, if a woman arrived at an emergency room after being raped, the staff moved fast. They cut away her clothing. They washed blood from her skin. They cleaned her wounds, combed debris from her hair, sutured, swabbed, stabilized. They saved her life. And in the same efficient hour, they destroyed the case. The clothing that held fibers and semen was bagged with hospital trash. The fingernails that might have carried skin cells were scrubbed clean. The bruises were documented only as injuries, not as patterns of violence. By the time police arrived, there was often nothing left but a shaken woman and a report that would quietly die in a file. No one intended harm. Nurses were trained to heal, not to think like investigators. Emergency medicine focused on stopping bleeding and preventing infection. Justice was considered someone else’s department. Except it wasn’t. It was the survivor’s. Virginia Lynch was a nurse who noticed what others had normalized. Born in 1941, she grew up in a culture that treated sexual violence as something shameful, private, better left unexamined. In the ER, she saw the same pattern repeat. A woman would arrive assaulted. Staff would do what they were taught. Hours later, police would ask for evidence that no longer existed. Prosecutors declined cases. Defense attorneys dismantled what little documentation there was. Survivors were left with a quiet, corrosive message: if it can’t be proven, maybe it didn’t really happen. Lynch understood something radical for her time — hospitals were not neutral spaces. They were the first crossroads between trauma and accountability. If evidence vanished there, justice rarely followed. When she began asking why nurses weren’t trained to preserve forensic evidence, the resistance was immediate. Doctors said nursing was about care, not crime. Law enforcement questioned whether nurses could handle chain of custody. Administrators worried about lawsuits and reputation. Beneath all of it was a deeper discomfort: taking sexual assault seriously would require admitting how common it was. But Lynch kept pushing. She began designing protocols that did not force a false choice between healing and documentation. Clothing could be preserved without delaying treatment. Injuries could be photographed respectfully. Swabs could be taken with consent. Detailed notes could be written in language that held up in court. Evidence could be secured without turning a survivor into an object. She saw nurses differently than others did. They were already there first. They saw injuries before they faded. They heard the story before it hardened into a deposition. They had the trust of patients in moments when uniformed officers might not. If nurses were trained properly, they could protect both the body and the truth of what happened to it. Out of that insistence came a new field: forensic nursing. Eventually, the role of the Sexual Assault Nurse Examiner — SANE — was formalized. These nurses learned evidence collection, trauma-informed interviewing, courtroom testimony, and meticulous documentation. They became the bridge between medicine and the legal system. Hospitals that adopted these programs saw measurable change. Evidence was preserved correctly. Cases were stronger. Convictions increased. Survivors reported feeling believed instead of processed. The difference was not dramatic technology. It was intention, structure, and training. By the 1990s, forensic nursing was recognized as a legitimate specialty. Courts accepted forensic nurses as expert witnesses. Nursing schools began offering training programs. What had once been dismissed as unnecessary interference became the standard of care. © Women In World History #archaeohistories

Striking surge of disappearances in Mexico over the last 10 years 🙈 theguardian.com/world/2026/feb…

Parece que se encontró una Mega Fosa en Sinaloa y la SEMAR la quiere ocultar, porque inhibieron la señal de red.

@sesiomf @RamonMu14867811 No son vainas tuyas y eres de los pocos que se ha dado cuenta

@RamonMu14867811 Son vainas mía; o esa imagen corresponde a una Narco-lancha. 🤣🤣🤣😎

Es que vivimos en la serie Narcos y no lo sabíamos 🙄 cadenaser.com/nacional/2026/…

@eldiarioes @julia_otero ¡Qué hermosa despedida Carlos!

"Querido lector, lectora: exprime la vida, sé feliz, valora lo que de verdad importa, huye de lo tóxico y practica la empatía… Os deseo lo mejor y disfrutad porque, sí, la vida es un enorme privilegio" La carta de despedida de Carlos Hernández eldiario.es/sociedad/carta…

@niyetsel 888

DO NOT SKIP. IT’S A SIGN. 🌙 Your finances are rebalancing now. Type '888' to claim it!

@sosagustina X2

Necesito un gimnasio donde las coreografías sean con temas de los 80s y las mujeres usen ropa oversize 🙏

@CiudadanO_O @civio ?

Casi 2 toneladas de cocaína pertenecientes al CJNG incautadas en España. Gran operación de la @policia en colaboración con @Politie y @DEAHQ Esa cantidad de droga supone una red de colaboración y protección que seguro no terminarán en esta operación.

@deivizzetta ¡Qué maravilla!

Propuesta de ampliación de la red ferroviaria de Málaga. Como en el anterior plano, os explico a continuación punto por punto las novedades 🧵

Brava 🙌🏼

@Palomaglez95 Noooooooooooooooo 🙈

Imaginad lo que es para mí, que me dedico al estudio y catalogación del patrimonio cerámico arquitectónico de Sevilla, ver esta aberración. Patrimonio de todos los sevillanos en manos de ineptos. La cerámica lascada, saltada, NO puede limpiarse con una karcher.

Bravo, felicidades a @AsocErguete y a todas esas madres que se movilizaron contra la droga y contra los capos gallegos 🙌🏼 europapress.es/galicia/notici…

@Hamzasharif5750 .

ALWAYS... People should be conscious that they can change a corrupt system. transparency.org/en/our-story?u…