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War Atrocities in Colombia

Editor's note:  The following interviews are from testimony before the Human
Rights Commission of the United Nations from 1999.  The Commission issued a
report in December of that year condemning the human rights violations by
both government and rebel forces in Colombia.  The original testimony was
supposed to be destroyed, but fell into the hands of the author, who
translated it and offers it here in its unabridged form.

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Juanita, aged 14

The government troops came to our village.  They made us all leave our
houses and stand in the middle of the square.  They said they were looking
for Contra rebels.  They took all the men and boys over 15 - most had run
away and hidden, so there were only a few, the ones who were sick or could
not flee - and they took them to the back of the village and shot them.
Then the soldiers made us line up, and stand at attention.  They walked down
the row - maybe ten soldiers, maybe 20.  They looked at each girl, made her
open her mouth, turn around.  Each in turn, then they would feel our
breasts.  One soldier lifted my skirt, told me to pull down my underpants.
He put his finger in my, you know, pushed it in very hard, so it hurt.

They talked, then the commandante called six of us to step forward.  He said
we must be searched for the Contra tattoo.  He said he knew that the Contras
put a tattoo on their women, somewhere on their bodies, and we must make a
full search.  You know this is a lie, there is no Contra tattoo.  But he
said now you must all strip.  So we took off our clothes and are standing
naked in the center of the square.  A soldier comes up to Rosita, she is 17
and very pretty.  He says, now you suck my cock.  Rosita she is very brave,
she says nothing, only stares straight ahead.  So he takes his pistole,
holds it to her head.  "You get down on your knees now, bitch, and suck my
cock, or you suck a bullet from this gun."  Rosita still says nothing.  Then
he grabs her by the hair, and throws her on the ground in front of the
soldiers.  One soldier stands on her arms so she cannot move.  Two soldiers
grab her legs and pull them far apart.  Then the soldiers come one by one,
and they lie on her and, you know, they do the thing.  Rosita is looking
like a stone, but you can see it is very painful.  When the soldiers finish,
they take the place of the soldiers who are holding her, and those do it to
her too.  When they all finish, they let her go, but Rosita is too weak to
get up.  Blood is flowing from between her legs.  The commandant comes and
kicks her in the side, so she gets up and crawls over to the other women.

Then they call us one at a time.  My turn is second.  I stand before the
commandant, who sits in a chair.  He says to me, come closer.  He reaches
and grabs my breasts, the nipples, and lifts them very hard.  I must look
under your tits, he says, for the tattoo.  Then he says, turn around and
bend over.  Spread your cheeks, he says.  I am leaning over, holding my
cheeks apart, he takes his finger and pushes it across my opening, and then
pushed into my rear.  You stand up now, he says.  You see her?  he points at
Rosita.  You want to end like her?  I am shaking from fear, I shake my head,
no.  Then get down on your knees now, and suck me, he says.  I go on my
knees, but I have never done this, I do not know what exactly to do.  He
says, open my pants and take out my dick.  Now lick it all over.  Lick the
balls.  Now open your mouth, and lick up and down.  I do as he says.
Suddenly he grabs my hair and pulls back and slaps me hard on the face.  Do
not use your teeth, slut, he says.  Only your tongue and your lips.  I try
hard to do what he says.  In a minute, he grabs my head and starts pushing
very hard.  His big thing, you know, is going down my throat and I am
choking.  Then he goes very stiff and my mouth fills with his juice which is
sticky and salty.  I choke and I almost vomit, but I keep myself because I
am afraid.  Then he says to me, stand up, stand at attention.

He turns to his men, and says, okay, who wants her.  One soldier, very
young, I think he looks about 15, says, Commandant, I want her.  Okay, he
says, she is yours.  So the soldier takes me by the hair and pulls me over
to the armored car and says get in, now you are my wife, now you cook for me
and clean for me and you fuck for me.  Now you be good or I have to kill
you.

(Juanita apparently was rescued by UN refugee relief workers a few months
after the events in this narrative.  The rest of her testimony is lost - ed)

============================
Luna, aged 32

I was a sex slave of the Contras for nine months.  The Contras came to my
village.  They said, all the men who want to join us, stand left.  My
husband, he was afraid, so he went left.  The Contras then shot all the
other men.  Now the Contra commandante says to my husband, you are now a
Contra soldier, all you own is for our cause,  all your life is for our
cause.  Who is your wife?  And my husband, he points to me.  Now you give
your wife to the commandante, he says.  So my husband, he waves me to come
forward, and the commandante takes me away.

We go to the Contra camp in the forest.  The men, with my husband, sleep on
the ground, but the commandante has his tent.  But the commandante opens the
flaps of the tent so all can see, and he calls his capitanos, they are
three.  Now you do what I say, or I kill you and I kill your husband, he
says.  He waves me to come forward, and he lifts up my skirt.  He rubs his
hand between my legs.  You like to fuck, he says.  I say nothing.  Maybe you
like to fuck your husband, he says.  A capitano goes and grabs my husband
and brings him to me. Now you show us how you love to fuck with husband,
says the commandante.  He pulls down my husband's pants, but his penis is
not hard.  The commandante and his capitanos all laugh, ha ha!  You make
your husband hard, or maybe he cannot fuck you! he says.  Try with your
mouth. So I get on my knees and try to make my husband hard, and I lick and
kiss, and I say, please get hard for me.  But my husband he is very very
scared, and his penis does not stand up.  The commandante and the capitanos
are laughing, and all the soldiers around are watching and some too are
laughing, but some are also very afraid.

Maybe you strip and play with yourself, maybe that makes him hard, laughs a
capitano.  Yes, yes, shout the soldiers.  But I am so afraid, I cannot stand
up.  Then the commandante grabs my blouse and pulls me up, and gives me two
hard slaps on the face, one, two, like that.  You want to live, you do what
you are told, he shouts in my face.  Then he rips my blouse off me, and I am
standing in my brasiere, and all the men laugh and cheer.  Now I know that
if I do not do what he says he will kill me and kill my husband, so I take
off my brasiere, and stand with my breasts to the commandante.  He says now
turn around and show all the men your nice titties, so I turn around.  Now
the rest, he says, and I take off my skirt and my panties, and I am naked.

Good, good, says the commandante, and pulls out his knife,  He lays the
point of his knife on my mound, very gently.  now you lie down in front of
your husband, and spread your legs and play with your cunt.  I do as he
says, and I am shaking with fear and so is my husband.  But his penis it
does not stand up.  You do not look like you are having fun, says the
commandante, show you are having fun.  So I move my hips up and down, and
act like I am being excited. And the men around cheer more.

Then a soldier shouts, he is no macho, he is a fag.  I can show him how to
fuck her! And all the men shout yes, yes, and the commandante says, okay,
good, you come and show this man how to fuck his wife.  So the man comes
forward, and stands in front of me.  Come now, suck, he says.  I kneel on
the ground, I am crying.  I open his pants, and take his penis in my mouth.
I suck him up and down, up and down, and he pushes my head hard so his penis
is all the way in my mouth.  I cannot breath, and start to gag, and he lets
go so I can breath, then pushes again.  then he pushes me hard on the ground
and lies on top of me, and starts to fuck me very hard.  Show you love it,
says the commandante, show you love it or I kill your husband.  So I move my
hips and make noises like I am excited. Then the soldier pushes very hard,
and he finishes in me, and stands up.  He raises his fist and puts his foot
on my stomach, and the soldiers all cheer.  And then I look and I see my
husband, he is crying, but his penis is finally standing up.  Look, he is
macho after all, laughs the commandante, now you go to him and make him cum
for us.  So I go to my husband and again I suck him and lick him, and
finally he cums on my face and on my hair.

Now the commandante says, okay, I like you, you do a good job.  So we will
not kill you, he says, but you can stay.  He gives me back my skirt, but no
bra or blouse or panties, and I go to the women's tent.  This means I am a
camp whore.  I work as a camp whore for nine months.  There are two other
women in the tent, a girl of 13 and another girl aged 18.  There are 30 men
in the camp, and each one wants to fuck every day.  So I fuck 10 men or so
every day.  Some of the men are okay, but others beat us.  One soldier,
named Carlos, likes to fuck in the ass, this is very painful and
humiliating.  He makes us lick clean his penis after he has fucked us in the
ass.

My husband sleeps on the ground with the other men, and watches when men go
in to our tent to fuck me.  Sometimes a soldier wants to make my husband
feel very bad, he opens all the flaps of the tent and fucks me with everyone
watching, and my husband sees all the men coming in and fucking me.  I can
see he is very sad and depressed, and also a very bad soldier.  But after a
few weeks, he goes off with the soldiers and does not return.  I do not know
if he is run away or dead.

When the soldiers go out to fight, they chain us to the bed so we do not run
away.  Then they come back and they always want to fuck a lot, so we fuck
them one after the other, sometimes two at a time.

After three months, Donna, the 18 year old girl, becomes sick, and cannot
fuck or even get out of her bed.  So we have to fuck 15 men every day.
After two weeks, Donna becomes very sick and dies, but after a week, the
soldiers bring back another girl, she is 15, and she takes Donna's place.

We get good food, rice and vegetables, and sometimes some meat when the
soldiers steal a pig or a cow.  Also, we can wear our skirts, but our
breasts must be always bare.

One day, after nine months, the soldiers go off to fight, and they do not
come back.  We wait one day, two days, then we know they are not coming
back.  We are chained to the beds, but I drag the bed to the commandante's
tent, and there I search until I find the key, and I let myself out of the
chain.  Then I free the other two girls.  We stay in the camp, there is
plenty of food and also guns and clothing.  It is deep in the jungle so no
one comes to bother us.  We are living here now for six months.

(This testimony was recorded by an international relief worker who arrived
at the camp by helicopter - ed).

===============================
T.K., international relief worker

I visited the village of Q. on June 14, 2005.  The village is on a river
which is the border between Contra-controlled and government territories.
The village is inhabited
entirely by women and children, and men over the age of 60.  All the males
aged 14 to 60 have fled or are dead.

According to villagers, the village is visited at least once a week by
either soldiers or Contra guerrillas.   The combatants hold sex parties in
the village, and the villagers, as this is their only source of livelihood,
cooperate.  T, aged 28 and mother of two children, describes a typical orgy.

"We usually know a day or two ahead of time when the soldiers will come.  We
know what they like, each group has its own tastes.  We arrange things so we
have some control, but sometimes things get out of hand.

"Last week, for example, we organized a roast pig fiesta.  We get food and
supplies from the soldiers.  We cooked a big meal, and arranged tables
outside in the plaza.

"When the soldiers came, we hid all the children.  Some of the soldiers like
the young boys and girls, so we try to keep them out of sight.  We strip
down to the waist, some of the women put rouge on their breasts to make them
more beautiful and sexy.  You try at the beginning to hook up with one
soldier that you know, so you don't get in trouble.  Because some of the
soldiers are very rough and will take a girl and cause her much pain.

"Like this time, the men were eating and they called S. over to their table
to bring more wine.  S. is young and very sexy with big breasts, so the men
like her very much.  But she did not succeed in catching a boy this time, so
she was with no one to help her out.

"One of the men says, I want to lick some pork from those lovely tits.  And
he takes S, and shoves her down on top of the plate of roast pork.  He
pushes very hard, making her lose her breath, then pulls her up by the hair.
Her breasts are smeared with the fat of the pork.  Then the soldier pushes
her back so she is lying on the table, and he licks her breasts, and bites
them.  When he takes her nipple in his teeth and bites hard, so a little
blood comes out, and she shouts out in pain, so he slaps her on the face.
You shut up now, slut, he says.  Then he turns her over so her face is
pushed against the table, and he pulls down her skirt very hard, and slaps
her ass.

"Then he takes out his penis, and smears it with grease from the pig, and he
pushes hard and fucks her in the ass.  S. knows now not to make a sound, but
you can see it is hurting very much.  Then the other men at the table line
up, and one after the other they fuck her in the ass.

"When they are done, the first soldier says to her, now S, you must thank us
for this, so S goes around to each soldier and give him a kiss on the lips,
then the soldier gives her a kick so she falls sprawling on the ground, and
he says, now get out of here.

"This is very bad, because, not only is S hurt, but she gets nothing.  You
see, I have hooked up with one soldier and when the day is done, he gives me
dried corn and beef jerky from the army stores, so I can feed my family
until next time.  But S is beat up and is given nothing to feed herself and
her children, so she must beg from us until next time the soldiers will
come."

=====================================================
R.T, researcher preparing data for the UN Report on Slavery in South
America, 1998

One of the effects of the ongoing conflict in Colombia was the development
of a large and prosperous trafficking trade in slave women for prostitution.
Women seeking escape and sources of livelihood and security became prey to
unscrupulous traders who forced them into prostitution in Ecuador, Venezuela
and Central America.  In those countries, Colombian women are today
considered the finest prostitutes.

Typical is the story of Maria.  I interviewed Maria in a brothel in Quito,
Ecuador, where she had been working for three years.  Maria is 27 years old,
with long black hair and a very shapely body.  During the interview, she was
wearing what she usually wears during her work at the brothel - a gauzy,
see-through blouse with no bra, so that her breasts were clearly visible,
and a very short miniskirt with no underpants, so that if she bent over, her
sexual organs were exposed.  Despite this outfit, Maria was completely
unself-conscious about her body, though this was not always the case, as she
describes.

I was a school teacher in our town.  I lived with my husband and small
daughter of two years old.

When the war came, the Contras closed the school and the whole town was
pretty much shut down.  We were a trading post for coffee, but the coffee
trade completely stopped.  The only trade that went through our village then
was cocaine, and it was run entirely by the war lords.

With everyone out of work, people were getting pretty desperate.  We had a
small garden, but meat was very scarce.

One day Juan Pedro, who had been one of the coffee traders from Bogota, came
to visit us.  We knew him slightly, not well.  He came in and we sat and
drank matte, and he told us that he helped people get jobs in Central and
North America.  He said he thought he could get me a job teaching Spanish in
the United States.  I was suspicious, but he said he had come to town to
bring $300 to the family of a woman, that she had sent from Mexico, where
she worked as a governess.  He showed me the money, and a letter from the
woman, so I believed him.

I said okay.  He said it would cost us $500 to arrange the transport and the
visas to America.  Of course we had no money, but he said, never mind, I
will lend you the money, you can pay it back from your salary when you get
there.

A week later, he came to pick me up.  He had a black Cadillac, very plush
car.  He drove west on the highway through the jungle.  We chatted and it
was very pleasant.  But this was a dangerous ride, because of the Contras
and the government troops, and there were many roadblocks.  Finally, toward
evening, we reached a roadblock and he said he could go no further.  We met
a closed tender there, with two men in the cab, and six women sitting on the
benches in the back.  I took my suitcase and crowded in with the others.  As
I looked out the back, I saw Juan Pedro talking to the men, and one of the
men gave him money.  This made me very nervous - shouldn't Juan Pedro be
giving money to the men and not the other way around?  But then the men
closed and locked the tender, and started driving off, so there was nothing
to be done.

We rode like that all night.  It was impossible to sleep, as we were jammed
in like cattle, with our luggage and other sacks that the drivers were
carrying.  After a few hours we were all terribly thirsty, as well as dirty
and disheveled, but pounding on the window of the cab produced no response.
The men just kept driving on.

At about five in the morning - it was still dark - the tender finally pulled
to a halt, and one of the drivers opened the back door and let us out to
stretch our legs.  We were in an encampment, with a few tents, and about
five or six other men, in the heart of the jungle.

I turned to the driver.  "Can we get something to drink?" I asked.  The
driver laughed at this.  "You want to drink?  It costs you 10 dollars."  "I
have no money," I said.  "Then you can pay by sucking my dick," he said.
"That is not worth 10 dollars, but you can keep the change."  This made all
the men laugh.

I turned to go back to the tender, but the driver grabbed me, and pushed me
to the ground.  Now I understood that I had been sold as a slave, and I was
very frightened.  He tore off my blouse and my brasiere, and all the men
were looking at my breasts.  "Now you will suck me, like I said, or you will
never leave this jungle alive," he said.  He took out his penis from his
pants.  He grabbed me by the hair, and tried to push his penis into my
mouth.  I kept my mouth shut tight, but he held my nose, and when I gasped
for breath, he pushed in his penis.  He pushed it all the way in to the back
of my throat, and I gagged, and choked, and could not breathe.  Vomit filled
my mouth, and I was gasping, but he thought this very funny, and all the
men, too, were laughing.  Then he pushed faster and faster and suddenly he
pulled his penis out of my mouth and spurted his juices all over my face.

Now rub it into your skin, it will make you beautiful, he said, and more
laughter.  I could not move, I was so sick and afraid. He took my face and
pushed it into the dirt, so the dirt and sand stuck to the vomit and mucous
and cum on my face.  Then he gave me a kick, and said, now get back in the
truck.  He said, you must learn to love to fuck, for this is what you will
be doing the rest of your life.  And he handed me a bottle of water.  Your
payment, he said.

I went back to the truck, and cowered in the corner.  I was shaking and
weeping, but I could see that the men were raping the other girls.  Some of
them were acting friendly, and it looked like they knew they were going to
work as sex slaves, but two were like me, they had no idea, and they were
beaten and raped like I was.  Then we all got back in the truck and
continued to ride.

The road turned south instead of north, and I knew we were headed for
Ecuador.

The trip to Ecuador took five days.  Each day we were taken out and beaten
and raped.  The third day I was raped in the ass.  This was the most
painful.  Two men held my arms over the top of the front of the truck, while
the other men took turns raping my from behind.  Then the men turned me
around and forced me to my knees, and made me lick the penises that had been
in my ass, and rubbed their penises all over my face.

Those, and the two weeks that followed, were the worst days of my life.
When we got to Quito, we were locked in a room.  A man came and said this
was our training time.  All day long men came and fucked us.  They were all
violent and smelly.  They would fuck us in the ass, in the cunt, in the
mouth.  We were naked all the time, they never let us put on clothes or even
cover up with the sheet on the bed.

One girl refused.  They took her and tied her hands, and hung her from a
hook in the ceiling.  Then the lead man - his name was Miguel - beat her
with a stick all over her body.  We had to watch.  She screamed and
screamed.  Then they took her down, she was black and blue all over her
body, and her nipples were bleeding from so much beating, but they raped her
all day anyway.

After we saw what happened to her, we all went along as well as we could.
The main thing they wanted was to teach us to suck.  I had to take a penis
all the way down my throat.  At first it was terrible, and I would gag and
choke.  But Miguel kept pushing and pushing, and after a few days I learned
how to swallow his big cock and not to choke.

Inside, I was dead, numb.  I thought only how can I survive.  I stopped
thinking of my husband and my child, I thought only how can I eat and sleep
and not get hit.

For two weeks we were raped and beaten.  We were allowed to sleep only a few
hours at a time, we were given only bread and water for food and drink.  By
the end of those two weeks, we were all completely broken down. The only
thing we could do was to barely get the strength to suck cock and to be
fucked, so that we could avoid being beaten again.

And then came a man.  He was cleaner than the others.  He looked at me, and
spoke to Miguel in low tones.  He came up to me, and wrapped my naked,
bruised body in a shawl.  "You look terrible," he said.  "I will take you
away from this."

He gently sat down beside me on the bed, and took out a small packet of
cocaine.  He laid out a line on a piece of paper.  "Sniff this," he said.  I
had never sniffed cocaine before, or taken any other drug, but I was
completely broken down, and could only do what I was told.  So I snorted in
the coke, and within minutes my whole life changed.  Suddenly the pain, the
degradation, was all gone.  Instead was a cloud of oblivion.

The man's name was Armando.  He took me to his house, where I have worked
for the last two years.  Armando paid 2,000 dollars for me.  I have to earn
that much for him before I am set free.  However, I have to pay for my own
room and board, and all the towels and the condoms, so no matter how many
men I see in a day, I don't seem to earn enough to pay him back in the next
ten years.  No matter, every day at lunchtime, he give me a line of cocaine
(I have to pay for this too, of course), and I can make it through the day.
The food is not bad, and the bed is okay.  I do 10 or 15 men each day.  Some
are nice, and leave tips.

Last year Armando asked me to write a letter home to my husband, telling him
I was working as an English teacher in Mexico.  He sent $300 with the
letter.  This made me very sad for a while, thinking about my daughter and
husband.  But this is my new life now.

So, do you want to fuck now?

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