One Woman Cracks the Pedo Elite. Chapter 4.

Preface & Chapter 1 here. Chapter 2 here. Chapter 3 here.

Trial 3: Succar Kuri’s trial for child pornography, in which Lydia Cacho is to appear as a witness.

‘Lydia Cacho never realized just how far-reaching (Succar Kuri’s) network was…’ a Special Prosecutor working under federal authority told reporters in March 2006. This acknowledgment by certain Mexican feds – that they knew more than Lydia Cacho, that they knew how far-reaching Succar Kuri’s Pedo Elite network was, – was made while Succar Kuri sat in a US prison awaiting extradition to Mexico. When asked if all the child rape and child porn networks worked together, the Special Prosecutor answered: ‘Very probably. And not only at the national level, but on an international scale as well.’ The Special Prosecutor went on to say Succar Kuri’s detention does not necessarily mean his networks have been dismantled: ‘In the Succar Kuri case specifically,…it is a large-scale network… (M)ultiple international connections have been shown to exist. More than were previously thought.’ Who these ‘multiple international connections’ were was not revealed. – But for the first time, certain Mexican authorities had now acknowledged that Lydia Cacho’s book was factual: Succar Kuri was kingpin of an international child rape and child porn network, running “sex tourism” operations in Mexico for men to rape children. His extensive money-laundering likely linked him to organized crime.

Succar Kuri had been held in a US prison for over two years because the US Magistrate tasked with extraditing him didn’t trust Mexican authorities would charge Succar Kuri, and feared he would be freed. On April 4, 2006, a few weeks after the Special Prosecutor made these remarks to the press, US Magistrate David K. Duncan finally authorized Succar Kuri’s extradition to Mexico. Succar Kuri was returned to Mexico on July 5, 2006, in the darkness of night, and escorted by federal agents to Cancun’s low-security prison. Succar Kuri shook the federal agents’ hands before they left, and waved them a friendly farewell.




In Cancun’s low-security prison, Succar Kuri rented a luxury suite. Family members, – sons and grandsons seen visiting him here, for example, – weren’t searched, and came quequi23-index_r6_c5and went as they pleased. Emma also visited Succar Kuri in his luxury suite several times, each time accompanied by Succar Kuri’s lawyers. Due to rumors Succar Kuri was planning a large-scale jail break, Succar Kuri was moved from Cancun’s low-security prison to Chetumal, a medium-security prison. He was then moved to Altiplano, a maximum-security prison. A few days after this final transfer, nearly 100 inmates broke out of the Cancun Prison as planned, – but without Succar Kuri.

Lydia Cacho: “I had been receiving calls on my cell phone from an unknown number; the person (sic) on the other end would breathe heavily for a few moments and then hang up. Then the calls began coming in on my apartment landline, until I had to eventually unplug the phone every evening when I arrived home. In the final days of October 2006, I got a phone call from Chetumal – a special agent at the prison there asked for my fax number. He said he was an admirer of mine and read my book; he respected my bravery and needed to warn me that my life was in danger… He faxed over a document (showing Succar Kuri had hired two inmates) at the Chetumal Prison to assassinate several witnesses, myself among them. Succar Kuri had given (the men) a drawing of my home in Cancun, sketched in blue ink on the back of a napkin. That same morning, when I went out to buy the day’s paper, (this story) was on the front page.”


A year after Succar Kuri had been extradited back to Mexico, the day had finally come: Lydia Cacho would face Succar Kuri. She had been summoned as a witness at his trial, a trial in which he was charged by eight of his victims with producing child pornography. Videos found of Succar Kuri raping these girls would substantiate their statements in Court. But because Mexican law on child rape was weak, Succar Kuri was not additionally charged with raping these girls, but instead with “corruption of minors.” Lydia Cacho anticipated she would be asked to testify that she had sheltered these girls, asked to detail the crimes against them disclosed under trauma-care, asked to explain the psychological damage to a 5-year-old girl raped by a 200-pound man on film, that film then sold, anticipated she would testify that she and shelter staff had now spent years trying to return these girls to some semblance of normalcy. Lydia Cacho would now look into Succar Kuri’s eyes, – after she was abducted, tortured and raped for exposing the exclusive brotherhood of rapists he headed, after Succar Kuri had called her to tell her he would kill her, after knowing Succar Kuri had hired hitmen, – at least twice, – to have her killed. – On May 3, 2007, – finally, – the day had come.

Lydia Cacho: “I had only seen (Succar Kuri) in photographs and video footage. Like millions of others, I had watched the video in which Succar Kuri, with a sadist’s cruelty, describes how much he enjoys seeing five-year-old girls bleed when he penetrates them.”


Federal Police patrol the perimeter of the Altiplano Maximum-Security Prison

“I arrived at the Altiplano Maximum-Security Prison…There is no cell-phone coverage for a two-kilometer radius surrounding the prison and the initial sensation upon entering the isolated area is strange. The most dangerous prisoners in the country are held there.”

Lydia Cacho was brought into a small hearing room where Succar Kuri imagesnewwwsat behind bars. Lydia Cacho: “Through (the bars), I glimpsed a gaunt, pallid face… I was wearing my shirt that read, ‘No More Pedophiles. No More Corruption. No More Impunity.’ I stepped forward and stood in front of Succar Kuri where he sat, and the expression on his face became distorted; he eyed my shirt carefully, then immediately gestured for his attorneys.” Lydia Cacho’s shirt was deemed ‘offensive to the prisoner;’ the Judge ordered her to cover it.


Lydia Cacho: “Succar Kuri spent his time during the session glaring at me with intense rancor. From time to time, he would screw up his face so tightly that his pale lips all but disappeared from sight. We were seated a mere six feet from one another, face-to-face.” Lydia Cacho was kept in this claustrophobic room with Succar Kuri, six feet in front of her, face-to-face, with no food or drink, for over twelve hours.


Lydia Cacho: “It was clear to me that his lawyers lacked a coordinated strategy. In reality, Succar Kuri is indefensible… The pedophile and his lawyers were doing their utmost to skirt the main issue under consideration at the trial: namely, the children who had been raped and used by this man to produce child pornography… (Succar Kuri) had my book brought out again and again for all to see; since he was not able to touch it through the bars, his lawyers would hold it up for him and he would point at something written on the pages and pose questions to me about whatever it happened to be… From one moment to the next, my appearance, which I was ostensibly making in the capacity of a witness, had morphed completely – now it was almost as if I was the one on trial… There was one particularly critical moment when I even found myself asking the Judge if I was making this appearance as a witness who knew the raped girls or, rather, if this was a trial being held against me for having published The Demons of Eden… At other times, as when his lawyer insisted that I am not a journalist because I don’t hold any sort of professional credential, Succar Kuri would raise up his arms and pound them against the (bars) before bringing them down to beat his own chest, like a gorilla marking its territory…”imagespedelite

“I did manage, despite all this, to tell the (girls’) stories… (And also testify) that the pedophile’s lawyers had offered some of the victim’s mothers (money) in exchange for their silence – offers which were accompanied by threats…”

Lydia Cacho: “Finally, after more than 11½ hours, his face contorted and his eyes wild with rage in an expression reminiscent of Hannibal Lecter, Succar Kuri let it be known he was going to end me.” Unfortunately, the Judge had momentarily stepped out of the room and did not witness Succar Kuri openly making death threats. With blood-red rage, Succar Kuri told Lydia Cacho he would kill her. With blood-red with rage, Succar Kuri told Lydia Cacho he would kill her whether he was sentenced or not. With blood-red rage, Succar Kuri told Lydia Cacho he would kill her if it was the last thing he did.

The session was finally adjourned. Lydia Cacho walked over to Succar Kuri as he stood behind bars in the country’s highest-security prison. “I stood directly in front of him,” Lydia Cacho said. “He is a small man – at full height he comes up to my chin, just like Kamel Nacif.” [For the record, Governor Marin is also small].


As Lydia Cacho started the long walk back to the prison parking lot, a security van pulled up alongside her. ‘Are you the reporter?’ the prison guard asked. Lydia Cacho: “With a greater sense of pride in my heart than I had felt at any previous moment, I replied that I was indeed. Behind me, several feet under the ground, sat the man who had possessed, like some amoral demon, the souls and bodies of who knows how many girls… Ahead of me was the fresh, free air…” The guard offered to give Lydia Cacho a lift to the parking lot. As she got in, he remarked, ‘Those guys over there are the devil’s lawyers. They can walk.’


The girl victims had already testified face-to-face against Succar Kuri, – a terrifying tribunal. Lydia Cacho: “Back in the SUV, for the almost two hours it took to drive back to the Mexico City [Airport], I sat next to my bodyguard with my face turned towards the window and cried inconsolably. Nobody but those young souls who had lived under this cruel man’s yoke could know what it was like to submit to his psychological tortures. I was acutely moved by these young girls and their bravery… Even in their darkest hours, after the nightmares and the mood swings, the girls insisted they would tell me the entire story on one condition: that I would try my best to make sure Succar Kuri and his accomplices would not rape or sell another girl as long as they were alive… And I promised… If they’re not giving up, I thought, nobody else has the right to give up either.”


Five days after Lydia Cacho faced Succar Kuri, she was at the Mexico City Airport with three fellow journalists, having just returned from a reporting trip to Juarez, covering the atrocities there against women and girls. Before heading to her Mexico City destination, Lydia Cacho offered to drop her colleagues off. Her bodyguards loaded everyone into the armored SUV. Lydia Cacho: “Just as we were picking up speed and preparing to pull onto the freeway, the SUV began to fishtail, and the driver, who was one of the agents assigned to protect me, instantly slammed on the breaks, swerving to the curb in order to bring the vehicle to a stop.” One of the agents got out; shocked, she held the wheel’s lug nuts in her hands. They seemed to have been sawed with a hacksaw.





Lydia Cacho filed attempted murder charges with the Office of the Special Prosecutor for Crimes Against Journalists. “(Three months later), as I arrived home, my bodyguards spotted a car parked outside my building with someone sitting at the wheel,” Lydia Cacho recounted. “My bodyguards approached the individual, who said he’d been sent to deliver a summons for me. Ten o’clock on a Friday night and (the Prosecutor’s Office is) delivering a summons? we marveled. I took receipt of the document and to my amazement that pursuant to my having filed charges of attempted murder, (the Special Prosecutor for Crimes Against Journalists was) convening me for the very next day – a Saturday, and without the presence of my lawyers – to undergo a psychological evaluation in order to provide further explanations of the attack against me. They did not request to see the vehicle’s lug nuts, nor did they ask to interrogate my security team or the other material witnesses, (or request that we) immediately hand over the SUV for analysis in order to verify whether or not it had been tampered with. (They) only wanted to determine whether I was in my right mind and telling the truth.” By 2016, Lydia Cacho said, nine years later, “the Prosecutor’s Office has still not analyzed the vehicle we were traveling in, which remains to this date parked (outside their office building).” No one was interested in hearing that five days earlier, Succar Kuri stood in a maximum-security prison promising to kill Lydia Cacho.

Puebla Attorney General Blanca Laura Villeda Martinez, who had arranged for Lydia Cacho to be tortured and raped in jail, told reporters that she sawed off the lug nuts. Whether this was caustic sarcasm or a confession was unclear. In any case, it wasn’t investigated.

After Lydia Cacho’s vehicle was sabotaged, many of her friends distanced themselves: “I lost a lot of friends and I respected that – they said they didn’t want to be seen with me in public. My social life changed dramatically.”

Lydia Cacho, no longer sure who she could trust, fired her bodyguards.


In August 2007, a Cancun Judge sentenced Succar Kuri to a mere 13 years in prison for child pornography and corruption of minors, and fined the multi-millionaire the ridiculous sum of 85,837 pesos. Emboldened, Succar Kuri appealed the case, – demanding he be set free. At the same time, the pro-bono lawyers representing the abused girls also appealed the case, – demanding Succar Kuri receive a harsher sentence. But all parties would now have to wait: An Appeals Judge would decide.


In late 2008/early 2009, Lydia Cacho was diagnosed with cancer. Her uterus and ovaries were removed.

Lydia Cacho’s doctors warned her that the stress she was under was killing her. Her liver and one remaining kidney were severely damaged. Her organs in general weren’t functioning properly, none of her blood values were normal, and her cortisol level was off the charts. If her cortisol level didn’t come down, her doctors told her that she could die. Lydia Cacho: “I underwent the requisite medical treatments and followed all my doctor’s recommendations, save one. – I was not willing to give up the case. Not until Succar Kuri was convicted for child pornography. Otherwise, his vengeance against the girls who had spoken out against him would be brutal, merciless.”

While in bed recuperating from cancer and the hysterectomy, Lydia Cacho, by late 2009, wrote and published Not With My Child: A Manual to Prevent, Detect, and Heal Child Sexual Abuse. The book was a best seller. And despite Lydia Cacho’s money problems, she asked her publisher to put out a cheap edition at almost no cost, “so teachers throughout Latin America could have easy access to it…”



In May, 2010, a group of military men carrying exclusive military assault rifles attacked the shelter. Leading the attack was a Cancun cop – whose wife and son were at the shelter. Lydia Cacho: “He claimed that we had kidnapped the two of them and were holding them against their will… His wife was indeed at the shelter – he had tried to shoot her… He had made use of police equipment to track the woman, with the help of the (Quintana Roo) Attorney General’s Office. As always, (the shelter) was up to the challenge. We made video recordings of everything: the unit member’s badge numbers, the attack on the gate, and the arrival of additional armed hooded officers to assist in the task of trying to kick down the doors. Eventually, the abusive husband yelled at the guard on the other side of the door. ‘Tell Lydia Cacho that I’m going to report her for kidnapping and that her days are numbered.’ We were able to get the federal police to come to our aid. But to our surprise, the commander merely showed up, took a look around and left, explaining to his superiors that the men had hoods and assault weapons and that although some of them were wearing police uniforms, he thought they might be members of the Zetas or some drug cartel.” The shelter was under siege for several hours, before the Quintana Roo Attorney General ordered them to fall back. The cop who led the attack got a one-week suspension.

The Quintana Roo State Attorney General later admitted that 70 percent of Cancun’s police force had now been infiltrated by the drug cartels. Blood-soaked cartel wars were spreading across Mexico. The cartels had become too powerful to have to pay off the politicians anymore, and vied for power themselves. In these killing times, thousands and thousands of women and girls disappeared across Mexico. The women’s shelters of Mexico were needed now more than ever, but under these conditions, many found it impossible to continue to operate. Lydia Cacho: “Victims of domestic abuse in a majority of areas in the country were no longer able to find help… So it was that our shelter, almost overnight, became one of the few safe places left in the country… Like the rest of the country we found ourselves besieged, surrounded by unprecedented levels of violence…”


Several months later, Lydia Cacho collapsed on an airplane as it was landing. Emergency room doctors diagnosed her with an autoimmune disease, – the same autoimmune disease which had killed her mother. “(A)ll the tests indicated that my body wasn’t going to hold out much longer,” Lydia Cacho said. “Ghostly visions of the suffering my mother had endured for the three agonizing years before her passing away haunted my dreams and my waking thoughts. For whole wretched weeks at a time, I lay in bed unable to move as the days went by and the doctors went after my disease with experimental treatments that left me completely spent. I felt a fear that was unfamiliar to me. Fear of waking up one day to find my body paralyzed, unresponsive to my strength of will. Fear at the weakness of cloudy eyes no longer able to read. Fear at discovering my memory reduced… I cried myself to sleep on many of those nights, curled up with a pain that was tearing at my veins…”

Yet somehow, – curled up with pain on her sickbed, – Lydia Cacho wrote anti-trafficking material for schools, developing an educational program on how traffickers can be identified, how traffickers ensnare victims, and how to escape traffickers. Young women and girls would initially be taught this material, then teach it to other females, and so on. Lydia Cacho pulled herself out of her sickbed for the initial workshop, teaching 500 young women and girls this material. A year later, 10,000 young women and girls had learned how to identify and avoid traffickers, and were teaching it on.


Also in 2010, this same year, Lydia Cacho published Slavery, Inc.: The Untold Story of Human Trafficking (in Spanish, Esclavas del Poder). In the previous five years of court battles, every time Lydia Cacho had to leave Mexico because of a death threat, she used the days or weeks away from home to investigate female-trafficking around the world. She carried a GPS locator on her person so in case she was killed the people who love her could find her remains. Lydia Cacho: “If you follow the stories of the victims, you can draw the trafficking routes… Alone with my camera, my tape recorder, a notebook, and my NGO contacts as my only provisions, I traveled to London, Turkey, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Afghanistan, and the Afghan border with China. From there, I flew to Thailand, where I traced the routes along which young girls are traded, venturing through the interior of the country to Burma (Myanmar). I then traveled through the villages of Vietnam… I headed to Japan to investigate the Yakuza [Japanese Mafia] in Tokyo and Osaka. And from there I flew to Los Angeles in order to document the Tokyo-Hawai’i-California route for the transportation of drugs and Asian women to the United States. I had investigated human trafficking in India, Nepal, and Sri Lanka, as well as Latin America, on earlier trips…”


While enduring 3+ stress-killing trials for which she had to gather evidence, secure witnesses, and persevere through government-ordered gas-lighting, while standing alone against the unified Pedo Elites and their pedo-bros and handmaidens embedded in the government and justice system who consistently worked to derail her, while preparing to come face-to-face with the multi-millionaire Pedo Elites who had plotted and continued to plot her death, while recovering from several feminist-punishing rape attacks which had impacted her musculoskeletal system, while trying to heal from being abducted and tortured and almost cast into the ocean, while providing emotionally-exhausting trauma-care to the girl victims to return them to some semblance of normalcy, while operating a high-security battered women’s shelter which regularly came under siege from groups of armed men and was taking in more and more women as men turned Mexico into a blood bath, and while working to pay her bills, mostly her lawyer’s bills – Lydia Cacho “used the time between different trials” – her fleeing men’s death threats time – to travel to 141 countries around the world to chase down the Uber-Patriarchy and map their female-trafficking operations world-wide.

Lydia Cacho wrote Slavery, Inc.: The Untold Story of Human Trafficking, – an 800-page book, – while enduring this and more over the preceding five years. However, because the publishers who had financed her worried the book was depressing, they severely cut the book. The English edition of Slavery Inc., for example, was cut from 800-pages to 256-pages, with more than two-thirds of the book slashed. Still, Lydia Cacho’s book was translated into Turkish, Portuguese, Italian, French, German, Dutch, Swedish and English. Slavery, Inc. was published while Lydia Cacho was still recovering from cancer and the hysterectomy, and still fighting her autoimmune disease with experimental treatments. Too sick to go on the global book tour, Lydia Cacho had to bow out of scheduled appearances in Italy, France, Germany, Sweden and the US. She did make it to a few countries, – Australia, for example – though that was physically difficult.



From Lydia Cacho’s work, we can see two markets exist for the rape of girl-children – one for Pedo Elites and the other for men in general. Both markets are sponsored by syndicates of organized crime.

For the market for Pedo Elites, where men from society’s highest echelons rape, trade, gift, and/or sell children to men of like-rank, the syndicates provide stealth communications and computer-networking technology, as was used, for example, by Succar Kuri’s wife to send endless pedo-pornography to Las Vegas. Details of the terms between the Pedo Elites and the syndicates beyond these arrangements, however, remain obscured. Pedo Elites may in fact be members of the syndicates, which makes it hard to know if their primary interest is raping children, uber-male class-bonding through the “butchering” of a penniless female child, who, as Succar Kuri said, “has no chance,” or if, as in Cancun’s network, it is always also a business, always a franchise of organized crime. In Cancun’s network, all of the above were in play. But are all Pedo Elite networks like this one? How many Pedo Elite networks are there? Are they concentrated in countries with corrupt justice systems, or are they wherever the uber-brotherhood wants them to be? Are they closed and exclusive? How, exactly, are these networks linked? What, exactly, are their terms with the syndicates? Are the Pedo Elite networks operated independently, or are they run by the syndicates top-down? How is this blood-money divided? Who pays who? Clearly these men are protected and veiled. Their veiling is institutionalized and paid-for, often paid-for by the children themselves, who are handed out like gold coins, offered up for rape to politicians, immigration officials, Interpol agents, hoteliers, reporters, bankers, judges, cops, etc. To lift the veil to try to answer these questions, is, – as Lydia Cacho discovered, – life-threatening. But because men’s behavior is everywhere the same, everywhere predictable, it can be extrapolated from this one uncovered, yet still covered, Pedo Elite network, that the Pedo Elite networks must look alike, that the other networks must look like this one. As Mexico’s Special Prosecutor confirmed, the Pedo Elite networks are inter-linked and exist within the structure of organized crime.

For the market for men in general, the syndicates run girl-trafficking and female-trafficking as intertwined operations around the globe, – from which they make a killing. They also run multiple support-sectors. Support-sectors include the establishment of slave routes, the protection of slave routes, the continual provisioning of “fresh product” for market, and the money-laundering of billions of dollars in annual profits. Support-sectors are themselves major global enterprises. For example, money-laundering billions of dollars year after year is a massive global undertaking with scores of actors and props – suits, mules, pilots, seafarers, storefronts, fake accounts, phantom clients, fraudulent bank documents, furtive electronic transfers, countless collaborators in a vast eclipsed matrix. Money-laundering colossal sums of money is big business. In fact, according to Lydia Cacho, money-laundering is the third-biggest business in the world. [Besides the well-worn offshore options, it is also logical to suspect international businessmen are involved in syndicate money-laundering, as legitimate businesses are needed to rinse the money clean. To surmise, Russian syndicate profits could be laundered as cash loans, – to international businessmen for new and legal business ventures. International businessmen, “global players,” might even compete for these “loans,” especially those with sub-par credit-ratings, bypassing the standard scrutiny of a bank, with their legal and regulatory restrictions and their credit-rating-based interest rates. Interest rates on a Russian laundry loan might be quite low. Syndicates might even pay the laundromat, and pay quite well]. Succar Kuri was initially arrested because Interpol found $20 million of his transactions suspicious. – Just one Pedo Elite ringleader – at least $20 million…


Lydia Cacho believes the syndicates which traffic females work together, and are supported by all the governments of the world. Lydia Cacho: “The point of the book was to understand how the international markets are connected. As a reporter, I was really frustrated, because every time I interviewed an expert, everyone kept telling me they’re not linked, that this isn’t an international business. But it is… (It may be) an international mafia also involving Las Vegas… All governments in the world are lying to us about what’s going on with sex-trafficking. The governments are protecting the mafias. We are much more powerful than the mafias… Their greatest power lies in our fear.”

Feminists, Lydia Cacho believes, can end female-trafficking. “I’ve cried a lot,” she said. “But we have to do this work.”


Lydia Cacho eventually got so sick, she almost died. Her precarious health and the global recession which had dried up funding for non-profits forced her and shelter staff to permanently close their women’s shelter. – Transforming it instead into a training center for the prevention of violence against women and girls, a place where, among other things, women are now being trained to open and run their own women’s shelters.

Meanwhile, Succar Kuri reportedly had become fearful of the other inmates in Mexico’s highest-security prison.


On August 31, 2011, Lydia Cacho got an urgent call from her lawyer: ‘You have to go to the Federal Courthouse in Cancun,’ he said, – ‘right now. The Appeals Judge deciding whether to free Succar Kuri on appeal or not had asked to see her.

Lydia Cacho:

“I identified myself at the entrance to the building, and several minutes went by before the Judge’s assistant arrived to show me in. I walked into his office, he greeted me with scrupulous formality, and I took a seat across from him at his desk… I scarcely breathed as I listened to what he had to say. [It will later be learned that this Judge, while deliberating this case, was both offered cash and threatened].

‘I can tell you now,’ Judge Mata Oliva said, ‘because Succar Kuri and his lawyers heard the sentence a few hours ago and they know all about it.’

‘Tell me your honor,’ I asked in a barely audible voice, fearing the worst – an exoneration.

‘I should tell you that I have reviewed each and every piece of evidence carefully. You are familiar with the evidence, are you not?’

I nodded silently.

‘Not once in my career as a Judge have I ever seen anything as horrifying as the videos Succar Kuri and his wife made of themselves preparing those girls, less than 8-years-old, to be raped. It’s inhuman.’

‘Yes, I know,’ I said.

‘The sentence, which the victims as well as the perpetrator will have formal access to as of now, is 112 years in prison. (Succar Kuri will pay) a fine of 527,174 pesos, and will also be required to pay 320,000 pesos in damages per victim, a figure designed to allow to cover the costs of their therapy, future studies, and any health problems resulting from their trauma. In other words, he will be required to pay 2.5 million pesos. I made the decision to sentence him for each individual case because the law allows me to do so, and because of the seriousness of the crimes… I wanted these girls…to understand that this Court recognizes their bravery and that these crimes have been substantiated beyond all doubt.’”

Never before had a sentence like this been handed down in Latin America. – Not before feminist Lydia Cacho.














Because of one feminist’s extraordinary courage, the following changes have occurred in Mexico: Beating a woman is now against the law. Child rape and child porn have been re-framed in a feminist context, and it is now better understood that these are crimes men commit. Being a rape victim has also been re-framed in a feminist context, and it is now better understood that rape victims have a right to privacy, should not be publicly identified, and also not blamed. Child rape is now a much more serious crime. Making child pornography is now a much more serious crime. (This was to be called ‘The Lydia Cacho Law,’ but she declined). Sharing child pornography is now against the law. Trafficking women and girls is now a much more serious crime. Bringing criminal defamation charges against a journalist is now against the law. Mothers and teachers are now educating themselves on how to identify pedophiles and recognize signs of sexual abuse in children. Young women and girls are now educating themselves on how to identify traffickers and recognize the entrapment tactics traffickers use. And the international Uberpatriarchs who think they can live lavishly off their industrialized rape now know feminists can track them down. – And make them die in prison.


In a red-blood rage, Succar Kuri had sworn to Lydia Cacho in the middle of a maximum-security prison that he would kill her – if it was the last thing he did. Shortly after Succar Kuri was sentenced to 112 years in prison, an agent with US Immigration Enforcement contacted Lydia Cacho to tell her Succar’ Kuri’s wife and five sons were back in Cancun and living at the Solymar Villa.

The pedophile’s wife and lawyers

Succar Kuri’s wife, the US immigration agent warned, was looking for a hitman among corrupt police in Cancun ‘for a little job.’ One week later, Lydia Cacho was forced to leave her home, escorted by the organized crime unit of the federal police because a contract killer was shown to be within a two meter distance of her home, – striking distance.

The death threats have not stopped. The death threats, in fact, have only become more harrowing. In one recent incident, Lydia Cacho’s no-access satellite phone turned on by itself, while a man, through a voice scrambler, said: ‘We’ve already warned you, bitch, don’t mess with us. What’s coming next is you’ll be in pieces. That’s how we’ll send you home.’


 “My life is in danger today,” Lydia Cacho explains. She tapes all phone calls.  She videotapes her surCACCroundings at all times. She keeps a packed bag and her passport ready. Arrangements are in place for the care of her Rottweilers. Lydia Cacho: “I take the death threats seriously. I intend to stay alive; yet if that were not the case, if the mafias end up killing me…it is important to document the entire story of the powers that protect traffickers…”

“This is not martyrdom,” Lydia Cacho wants it to be known. “This is a fight for dignity.”

I hope that I can continue to dodge any and all bullets meant for me, but should that prove not to be the case, at least I know with certainty that I am proud of my life…”


Each morning, when she rises, Lydia Cacho says: For myself, for my mother, for all women.


Many many men want Lydia Cacho dead. – But Lydia Cacho is alive today. – LYDIA CACHO IS ALIVE!







Additional Info:

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  • Imison, Paul. Independent. The New Suffragettes: Lydia Cacho: Justice for Women Means the Right to Live in Safety. May 30, 2013.
  • Dangerous Women Project: Lydia Cacho.
  • Murphy, Zoeann, Global Threats to Free Press, What Dangers Have You Faced While Reporting in Your Country, Lydia Cacho. The Washington Post.
  • Martinez, Chivis. Lydia Cacho: Most Killings of Journalists are Ordered by Government, Military, Political Parties. Borderland Beat. March 24, 2013.
  • International Women’s Media Foundation, 2007 Courage in Journalism Award.
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  • Mendez, Alfredo, Herrera, Claudia. Familiares de Succar Kuri anuncian que demandarán a Cacho Ribeiro. La Jornada.
  • Barajas, Michael. Mexican Journalist Who Braved Death Threats and Torture Will Speak at OLLU for Domestic Violence Awareness Month. San Antonio. October 4, 2016.
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  • Lydia Cacho Ribeiro, journalist threatened.
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  • Lydia Cacho, Wallenberg Lecture. 2009.
  • Lydia Cacho, Global Forum on Freedom of Expression. 2009.

Interviews and clips:

  • Frontline Club. Insight with Lydia Cacho: Slavery, Inc.
  • Slavery, Inc: Lydia Cacho in conversation with Damien Carrick (Melbourne Writers Festival 2014).
  • Hrant Dink Award to Lydia Cacho, Vimeo.
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  • Lydia Cacho Goes Undercover in the Global Sex Trade, Fora TV.
  • Interview with Lydia Cacho on sex trafficking, prostitution, feminism.
  • Lydia Cacho on Slave Trade Enablers.
  • Lydia Cacho on the dangers for journalists in Mexico.
  • CNN Heroes: Lydia Cacho Ribeiro.
  • Lydia Cacho: Slavery is Big Business, Festival of Dangerous Ideas. 2014.
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  • Lydia Cacho.
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  • Shame to Mexico: Mexican Supreme Court Rules Against Lydia Cacho.
  • Entrevista a Succar Kury respecto a la pederastía.
  • Female Freedom of Expression in Mexico (Lydia Cacho Ribeiro).

Other: UN Report on the World Conference on the International Women’s Year, Mexico City, 1975. Published 1976.

One Woman Cracks the Pedo Elite. Chapter 3.

Preface & Chapter 1 here. Chapter 2 here. Chapter 4 here.

“I was living with countless death threats,” Lydia Cacho said, “guarded day and night like a criminal by federal agents, and (the pedophiles) whom the authorities knew every last detail went about their business in the world with absolute impunity, smiling free and easy…” Despite the substantial evidence authorities now had, despite Kamel Nacif’s recorded phone calls, and despite public outrage, – Kamel Nacif, Governor Marin, and other known members of Succar Kuri’s international child rape and child porn network weren’t arrested. Not one of these men was investigated. Not one of these men was even questioned. – Lydia Cacho, on the other hand, would now be subjected to three high-stakes court battles: 1). Kamel Nacif’s charge that Lydia Cacho “defamed” him in her book on the child rape and child porn network. 2). Lydia Cacho’s historic charges against Governor Marin and Kamel Nacif for violating her human rights by having her abducted and tortured, and 3). Succar Kuri’s trial for child pornography, in which Lydia Cacho is to appear as a witness. For Lydia Cacho, all these trials took place simultaneously. – Here they’ll be chronicled one at a time.

Trial 1: Kamel Nacif’s charge that Lydia Cacho“defamed” him in her book on the child rape and child porn network.

Mexico does not have freedom of the press. Journalists can be charged with defamation – which is not a civil charge, as it is elsewhere in the world, but a criminal charge complete with jail time. If Lydia Cacho is found guilty of having defamed Kamel Nacif, she will be sent to prison. Even if what she wrote is determined to be true, absolutely true, – if her words are found to have caused Kamel Nacif “harm,” – Lydia Cacho will be sent to prison. In one of the recorded phone conversations between Kamel Nacif and Governor Marin, the Pedo Elites debate whether to lock up Lydia Cacho for one decade, – or two.

Also, police in Mexico don’t generally carry out investigations. Investigations, if they are carried out at all, are carried out by the State Attorney General’s Office at their discretion. (Or rather, at the discretion of the Governor who appointed the State Attorney General. Mexico’s patronage system also may or may not direct Special Prosecutors to investigate high-profile cases should they have political ramifications). But even if a State Attorney General agrees to investigate a particular crime, it is still the victim who must do the investigative work. In Mexico, in general, the onus is on the victim of a crime to investigate the crime committed against them. The victim is responsible for compiling evidence. The victim is responsible for securing witnesses. And the victim must bear all costs. Lydia Cacho must compile her own evidence, secure her own witnesses and bear all costs. For example, she must chase down the camera footage from the toll booths in Merida showing the two female agents weren’t with her, and if the footage is available, and if somebody is willing to find it, and if somebody is allowed to make a copy, and if somebody is willing to make a copy, Lydia Cacho must pay, most likely several “fees.” Lydia Cacho must also hire an attorney to represent her, to navigate the paperwork maze of her case.

The first attorney willing to work with Lydia Cacho failed to submit briefs to the Court as required. Lydia Cacho: “…(A)fter learning that the (new) Judge would not be allowing further evidence because my side had not submitted in time, I had a clear vision of my lawyer seated with Kamel Nacif and Governor Marin’s people…handing over my documents…” The second attorney willing to work with Lydia Cacho asked for obscene sums of money: “They calculated they would need four lawyers working on my case full-time in order to deal with the avalanche of legal requirements. That meant purchasing four round-trip tickets once a week for the eight or nine months they estimated the trial would last. In addition to their fees, we would have to cover the cost of their meals and lodging. I rented an apartment in downtown Cancun for them…” The obscene sums of money procured by this second attorney was the price Lydia Cacho would have to pay for her legal team to not be bought-off.

“I was beginning to understand,” Lydia Cacho said, “that the concerted strategic effort being employed by Kamel Nacif, Governor Marin, and Succar Kuri’s lawyers – a total of half a dozen law firms working against me – consisted of wearing me down physically and financially. Each one of them individually threw the entirety of his legal resources into multiplying the number of summons, (testimonies, verification of information, presentation of witnesses), submissions of additional evidence…and psychological and medical evaluations…I had to juggle. They were so good at it that in one particular week, I was under obligation to appear in courts in Cancun, Mexico City, and Puebla – all on the same day.”

“On top of all this,” Lydia Cacho continued, “the Special Prosecutors for Crimes Against Women and for Crimes Against Journalists were asking me to appear practically every third day [in Mexico City]. The litany was never ending, and so were the costs.” Legal fees paid by Lydia Cacho, Lydia Cacho’s family and numerous feminist friends approached 300 million pesos. “Kamel Nacif had said it on one of the recordings: ‘I’m going to (take Lydia Cacho to court) over and over again, – until she begs for forgiveness.’”

Besides the Pedo Elite effort to break her, the Mexican criminal justice system also tried to break her, as it was designed to do: What in other countries might be considered the illegal treatment of a terrorist suspect is in Mexico the normal course of events for the victims of crime. Lydia Cacho was required to undergo countless invasive and cruel psychological and medical evaluations, but not told when and where these evaluations would take place. Unpredictably, state workers came calling, – at which point Lydia Cacho had to stop whatever she was doing and for the next 10 or 12 hours, talk about the trauma of being tortured. The state workers weren’t there to listen, though. They were there to gaslight the torture survivor.

Lydia Cacho: “The country’s criminal justice system is organized on the assumption that all victims lie… The first evaluation to which the Attorney General’s Office subjected me was carried out by a young inexperienced (woman, who)…showed up in Cancun one day with no warning… I was taken to an office where I was kept from 10 o’clock in the morning until after 9 o’clock at night with no access to either food or drink…”

“At each of these sessions I was asked to describe in ever greater detail not only the facts of what had happened to me, but also the emotions I had experienced, [ostensibly] in order to evaluate the extent of emotional damage caused,” Lydia Cacho said. “The criminologist was questioning me with pointed insistence about every humiliating detail of my torture – Why do you say that you were tortured? How are you going to prove it?…What are you so afraid of – tell me, what is it? Are you aware that there are even crueler tortures…?…Why are you crying?…”

“The authorities use all means necessary to make sure victims fear and distrust the (evaluator),” she explained, “so the (evaluator) can then report that ‘the victim was uncooperative, because he or she was unable to establish a relationship of trust with the examining psychologist…’”

“(Talking later to my own therapist), I couldn’t stop crying, no longer able to tell which was more traumatizing for me – what the agents had done to me, or the systematic abuse on the part of the authorities who were trying to prove no crime had in fact been committed…while stacks of overwhelming evidence were lying patiently on desks of bureaucrats for whom the mere mention of the name Kamel Nacif was enough to set them quaking in their boots.”



Lydia Cacho’s attorney called to inform her she would have to take the stand against Kamel Nacif in two sessions, – each session six to nine hours, – the first taking place the next day. Lydia Cacho: “I set the telephone down, paced around my apartment, sat down in the living room and lit a white candle. How do I feel? I asked myself, searching in my breath for an honest answer. What I found were mixed feelings… Part of me wished never to be near them, but another part of me was experiencing a feeling of solid certainty that the only way I had to exorcise the fear I had of my tormentors was to face them head on, with the truth acting as my shield… I wanted to look Kamel Nacif in the eyes, and in this way say: ‘Here I am, you have not destroyed me.’ I’m ready, I told myself. This will be a chance to show them that a woman can stand up to them without fear, to remind them that they are not the masters of the world.”


One of the girls at the shelter who was sexually assaulted by Succar Kuri told Lydia Cacho that if she could say something to the man protecting Succar Kuri, she would say, ‘No more corruption.’ Inspired by this, Lydia Cacho and shelter staff had T-shirts printed which read: “No More Pedophiles. No More Corruption. No More Impunity.”

“(The morning I was to face Kamel Nacif),” Lydia Cacho said, “I donned the shirt. When I looked in the mirror before heading out the door, I felt armored by these three simple demands shared by tens of thousands of people. I felt as if the 40,000 people who had taken to the Puebla streets to march in protest and all the other people following the news of my case day in and day out were with me, somehow, in those three phrases. I felt prepared.”


Now for the first time Lydia Cacho was in the presence of Kamel Nacif. “(T)he look on Kamel Nacif’s face was one of a man wild with rage,” Lydia Cacho said, “and struggling to keep his cool. I glanced at him calmly, head on. I turned my torso so he could see my shirt. His eyes fixed on the words, and a bright red flush burst across his face.”

The Judge, who it will later be learned was threatened by Kamel Nacif and his lawyers, trembled and sweat. The Judge would not accept the child victims’ transcripted testimonies which Lydia Cacho tried to submit to the Court. Lydia Cacho: “(T)he Judge, avoiding my eyes, stated no connection existed between (this case in which I was charged with defaming Kamel Nacif) and the Succar Kuri case.” The Judge forbade Lydia Cacho from speaking Succar Kuri’s name. Kamel Nacif’s lawyers grinned. – It would now be impossible for Lydia Cacho to defend herself. How could she defend what she had written about Kamel Nacif if she could not submit the evidence – the testimonies of the girls implicating Kamel Nacif? And if she could not mention pedo leader Succar Kuri, how could she explain why she had identified Kamel Nacif as Succar Kuri’s protector?

Succar Kuri had given a television interview in which he’d said, with uber-hubris, so confident of his impunity that he could boast to a television camera in a prison cell, that Kamel Nacif had given him US$300,000 towards his legal defense. Evidence was everywhere that Kamel Nacif was protecting Succar Kuri, even on national television, – yet Lydia Cacho had been forbidden by the Judge deciding her case from even saying Succar Kuri’s name.

To tell the truth about child-rapist Kamel Nacif who would never be charged for his crimes, to be taken to court for “defaming” him, for which you will be imprisoned if found guilty, yet to be prohibited from submitting proof that what you wrote is true – this was completely insane.


Eventually, Lydia Cacho’s turn came to cross-examine Kamel Nacif. Lydia Cacho: “I asked him calmly, watching as his eyes darted away from mine every time I attempted to hold his gaze, why he was funding the defense of the pedophile Succar Kuri. And though the Judge would not allow the question to stand, the businessman’s lawyers could not stop their client from leaning forward towards me in his seat, like a panicky bull readying himself for the charge, snarling, ‘Goddamn you fucking lady.’” (Effectively admitting being patron to the pedo).

Kamel Nacif’s sweatshop-owing associate who was taped suggesting to Kamel Nacif that Lydia Cacho be raped in jail by women prisoners, only to have Kamel Nacif reply that that had already been arranged, was presented as a character witness for Kamel Nacif. ‘Kamel Nacif is an upstanding man,’ the associate testified, ‘incapable of committing the disgusting acts (Lydia Cacho accused him of in her book).’ Lydia Cacho: “Staring at him straight in the eye, I…ask(ed) him if he considered it an example of upstanding behavior to have ordered the prisoners at the jail to rape me and beat me. To the utter shock of all present, his white skin turned crimson as he spat despotically, and replied, ‘That rape was never carried out in the end.’ His lawyers gaped in horror, but his words had already been taken down by the stenographer. I felt like a soccer player who’d just managed to slip the ball past the unbelieving eyes of the goalie, right straight to the back of the net, in a single, clean, glorious shot.” (Effectively admitting criminal collusion).


Several months later, on September 29, 2006, Lydia Cacho had her second and final session with Kamel Nacif. “When I entered the room,” Lydia Cacho said, “while the Public Ministry official was finalizing preparations and everyone was getting settled in their seats, I walked straight over to Kamel Nacif, who was leaning up against one of the walls. I positioned myself directly in front of him, standing very close, and informed him quietly, ‘Kamel, every time you look in my eyes, all those abused girls will be looking back out at you.’ I retired quickly, and he fixed me with a look of disbelief and hatred that was captured perfectly by the several video and still cameras in the room.”


Lydia Cacho and her attorney, seated right. Kamel Nacif, seated center, with his attorneys all standing



Kamel Nacif said Lydia Cacho’s public statements that he raped children and that over 100 female workers in his sweatshops filed sexual harassment claims against him had caused him to lose export orders, – though he did not bother documenting said lost orders. Lydia Cacho: “As the session was drawing to a close, when it became clear Kamel Nacif couldn’t prove the ‘millions in losses’ his textile factories had, according to him, suffered as a result of the words I had written, Kamel Nacif flew into a rage. His lawyers, frantically chewing their gum, could do nothing to calm his furor… The Judge whispered to me, ‘Step over there. You don’t want to get yourself beaten up.’”

This trembling sweating Judge who was too afraid to call for order at this hearing he presided over, would now deliberate on whether or not Lydia Cacho would be locked up. Lydia Cacho does not know if these are her last days of freedom until this Judge rules.


When this second and final session with Kamel Nacif was over, Lydia Cacho went to the shelter to be with the girl survivors. “For years, these girls and women believed their rapists to be untouchable, all-powerful beings,” Lydia Cacho said. “Now their tormentors were human, plain and simple, and standing up to them was a woman just like them.”

‘We are all Lydia Cacho,’ the mother of one of the girls said to Lydia, lovingly. Lovingly, Lydia replied: ‘And Lydia Cacho is all women. We are in this together.’



On January 2, 2007, Lydia Cacho, Kamel Nacif, and their lawyers came to Court to hear the Judge’s ruling. To the astonishment of everyone present, the Judge threw out the case. Kamel Nacif does not win his case against Lydia Cacho. He cannot say she defamed him. Lydia Cacho is absolved. Lydia Cacho will not go to prison.


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Kamel Nacif followed up this stinging loss by suing Lydia Cacho in 2008. Having lost his criminal suit against her, he was now pursuing a civil suit for damages, – and had signed on Emma as co-plaintiff.

005n1pol-1_miniEmma, now 24, wrote Lydia Cacho to say Kamel Nacif’s attorneys had her sign an agreement in English which she didn’t understand, in exchange for money. Yet Emma did show up to personally testify against Lydia Cacho, no doubt under duress, clearly still Stockholmed, – though she told the media she now felt all parties involved had betrayed her. Kamel Nacif’s and Emma’s civil suit alleged Lydia Cacho had exposed their “private affairs, and therefore, Lydia Cacho and her publishers owed them millions of pesos for making their “private information” public in her book. The suit also alleged Lydia Cacho was not a journalist because she did not hold a professional credential. “A group of the country’s most renowned journalists had to testify before the Court,” Lydia Cacho remarked of the absurdity, “that I am indeed a journalist.” In the suit, Kamel Nacif offered Lydia Cacho and her publishers the option of paying damages or letting him rewrite her book.

By 2013, the suit had ricocheted its way all the way up to the Mexican Supreme Court, – where Kamel Nacif, et al, lost. Lydia Cacho and her publisher were cleared of any wrongdoing. The contents of The Demons of Eden were determined to have appropriately placed the general public’s interest first. This was a first in Mexico. – A step towards democracy. – To rule that it was appropriate to place the general public’s interest first.


In response to Lydia Cacho’s case, a federal law was passed making defamation not a criminal charge with jail time, but, as elsewhere in the world, a civil charge. However, the laws of Mexican States supersede Mexican federal law, and so it remains to be seen if the 31 Mexican States will adopt this legal precedent. Nevertheless, along with the Supreme Court decision that it is appropriate to place the general public’s interest first, decriminalizing defamation for journalists is a startling legal precedent for Mexico, sweetening Lydia Cacho’s victory. – Not only did she set a new bar for freedom of the press, she beat back a multi-millionaire Pedo Elite in a justice system devised explicitly for him and explicitly against her, – and did it twice.


Trial 2: Lydia Cacho’s historic charges against Governor Marin and Kamel Nacif for violating her human rights by having her abducted and tortured.

When the taped calls between Governor Marin and Kamel Nacif went public, Lydia Cacho charged Governor Marin and Kamel Nacif with violating her human rights for ordering her torture in the car and in jail. No one had ever done this in Mexico before; human rights violations were common, but they weren’t recognized in Mexican Courts, and it seemed unlikely the case would be heard. “My lawyer was clear in his forewarning that I had no chance whatsoever of winning the case,” Lydia Cacho said, “or even having it investigated properly.” Nevertheless, Lydia Cacho brought federal corruption charges against Governor Marin, Kamel Nacif, Puebla Judge Rosa Celia Perez Gonzalez, who had authorized Lydia Cacho’s abduction and detention, and Puebla Attorney General Blanca Laura Villeda Martinez, who had arranged Lydia Cacho’s jail torture and assault. She charged them with abuse of power, influence peddling, criminal collusion, abduction, torture and rape in retaliation for having exposed Governor Marin’s and Kamel Nacif’s links to the international pedophile network. Lydia Cacho filed these charges despite of the fact no charges of any kind can be brought against a Mexican Governor; Mexican Governors are immune from prosecution by law. (Kamel Nacif, though not a Governor, financed Mexican Governors’ political campaigns, including Governor Marin’s, and so would also in effect be immune from prosecution, as would Governor Marin’s two appointed handmaidens – all of them likely viewed as logical extensions of a Mexican Governor’s unfettered power).

On April 18, 2006, the Mexican Congress stunned the country by requesting that the Mexican Supreme Court hear Lydia Cacho’s case. Unbelievably, the Mexican Supreme Court agreed to hear Lydia Cacho’s case.

Not only would Lydia Cacho be the first to bring federal corruption charges against a Governor (and Judge and Attorney General), Lydia Cacho would also be the first woman ever to bring a case before Mexico’s Supreme Court, the first woman ever to testify before the Supreme Court’s ten Justices, and the first woman ever to have a human rights and women’s rights case heard by Mexico’s highest Court.


Four months later, Lydia Cacho’s case file was stolen. The file contained irreplaceable evidence against Governor Marin and Kamel Nacif. “It was the most complete, extensive dossier regarding my case in existence,” Lydia Cacho said, “and if it were to fall into Governor Marin’s hands, he would have access to the names of my key witnesses.” The Mexican Human Rights Commission erroneously told the press that the theft of Lydia Cacho’s case file was unrelated to Lydia Cacho’s case.

One month later, Mexico’s Supreme Court declared insufficient evidence had been presented for the Court to hear Lydia Cacho’s case. But the Court then made an unprecedented announcement. Lydia Cacho: “(T)o my complete surprise and that of my lawyers, the Supreme Court ruled 7-3 in favor of widening the scope of the inquest.” A subset of Supreme Court Justices headed by Justice Silva Meza would form a Special Investigative Commission to investigate the criminal conspiracy against Lydia Cacho themselves. An ecstatic Lydia Cacho told the press: “This is historic. This is monumental. The Mexican Supreme Court is saying it will dare to investigate public servants who collude with organized crime to shut journalists up.” Unbeknownst to the parties involved, the Special Investigative Commission ordered 21 wiretaps, – eavesdropping on Governor Marin, Governor Marin’s wife, Kamel Nacif, Kamel Nacif’s ex-wife, the Puebla Judge, the Puebla State Attorney General and other public officeholders. The Commission also heard the testimonies of the child victims. (Of those who stepped forward, many dropped out after receiving death threats from Succar Kuri and his wife, or after accepting his money and signing retractions. One girl was moved to another state by her uncle, who took the pedophile’s money in exchange for her silence. Many others, of course, never came forward – fearing for their lives. Twenty-three victims of the Pedo Elites, however, stood together to give the Commission their testimonies). All parties named in the lawsuit were called to testify, as was Lydia Cacho.

On June 26, 2007, the Special Investigative Commission assembled to announce its findings. Lydia Cacho and her attorney were present as the session was called to order, as was the press. Lydia Cacho: ‘What a surprise was in store for us!’ For the very first time in Mexican history, a full and thorough investigation of human rights and women’s rights had been conducted by the highest court of the land…’

Justice Silva Meza read aloud: The Special Investigative Commission has determined that the Governor and his associates ‘conspired to apprehend and torture Lydia Cacho, whose journalistic work uncovered a network of political and financial forces supporting and protecting child pornography and pedophilia rings.’ Lydia Cacho fought back tears. Speaking on the Commission’s behalf, Justice Silva Meza revealed that 30 high-ranking government officials had been involved in the criminal conspiracy against Lydia Cacho, – far more than even she realized.

A court clerk suddenly interrupted. He said he must now read a statement on behalf of another Supreme Court Justice who had ‘lost his voice’ and could not read the statement himself. The statement requested the Court withhold its ruling on the Lydia Cacho case ‘until such time as the rules for reaching a determination have been decided upon.’ Justice Silva Meza was visibly taken aback. After the session was adjourned, 003n1pol-1_miniGovernor Marin’s lawyers brazenly told the press the Justices had heeded their warning to protect the Governor. Lydia Cacho was devastated. It was unclear what this rift between the Justices meant for her case, – except it would now be stalled.




Lydia Cacho, meanwhile, was being tailed. A woman with the Governor’s office forwarded her documents faxed to the Governor by two investigators, reporting her movements and transcribing her calls. “As I went through these documents,” Lydia Cacho said, “I was astonished to find accounts about people with whom I had gone to lunch or dinner at one point or another…” The two investigators, the woman said, worked for Kamel Nacif. The ‘two investigators’ – Montano and Perez – had been living in Cancun for the past two months at Succar Kuri’s Solymar Villa.

A week later, Lydia Cacho met with her therapist to discuss the sudden onset of nightmares.


Arrest warrants were issued for Montano and Perez for the torture of Lydia Cacho. A federal police agent who was in the end not picked for either the abduction or jail job had reported that he and others received direct orders from the Puebla Attorney General’s Office to ‘fuck Lydia Cacho up, you know, – beat her up or kill her,’ – which had resulted in the arrest warrants for Montano and Perez.

The men who had tortured and raped Lydia Cacho began calling her, again and again – detailing how she would die. A dead Lydia Cacho wouldn’t take the stand against them, and so Montano and Perez were now personally motivated to kill her.

Yet despite the arrest warrants, Montano and Perez weren’t picked up. No one knew, the authorities told Lydia Cacho and her attorney, where these two men were. Eventually, the matter was dropped. Lydia Cacho would later learn Quintana Roo’s Governor had had the matter dropped, – and that Governor Marin had called him afterwards – just to say thanks.


Thirty days after the Special Investigative Commission’s findings were abruptly stalled, they were just as abruptly officialized and made public in a 1,205-page document. Lydia Cacho: “(T)he Supreme Court’s Investigative Commission unraveled and laid out, step by step…the criminal conspiracy against me.” On behalf of the Investigative Commission, Justice Silva Meza wrote: “Journalist Lydia Cacho did not go far enough in her book. The journalist’s book does not begin to tell it all.”

The full Mexican Supreme Court would now convene to deliberate on Lydia Cacho’s case. They would now consider whether Governor Marin, Kamel Nacif, the Puebla Judge and Attorney General were guilty of federal corruption, abuse of power, influence peddling, criminal collusion, abduction, torture and rape. They would would rule whether Lydia Cacho’s human rights were indeed violated.


Puebla Governor Mario Marin, the man who gave the two goons orders to terminate  Lydia Cacho, the man who gave the two handmaidens orders to crush her, could, if Lydia Cacho wins this case, be impeached. (Not imprisoned; just impeached). Yet the threat of impeachment had never before presented itself to a Mexican Governor. To combat this threat, Governor Marin spent 500 million pesos of taxpayer money on a scrub campaign to sanitize his image. Additionally, the lawyers defending him, their fine meals, their luxury hotel stays and transport in private plush “air limousines” were also paid for by taxpayer money – a staggering 3.5 billion pesos.

International and national investigative agencies will later inform Lydia Cacho that Governor Marin’s criminal activities were extensive. The Mexican Special Investigations on Organized Crime (SEIDO), the Mexican Bureau of Investigation and National Security (CISEN), the US Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA), the US Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agency (ICE), the International Criminal Police Organization (Interpol) and the Merida Initiative (an intelligence collaboration between the US, Mexico and Central America to fight organized crime, money laundering and drug-trafficking) were all aware of Governor Marin’s criminal activities.

Lydia Cacho: (T)he DEA uncovered the existence of a company owned by Governor Marin called Millennium Air Service… The company was created with the illegal allocation of US$66.4 million of public funds for the purchase of a fleet of helicopters and airplanes (made) by Marin’s son…” The Governor’s son acted as front man in these acquisitions. The Govenor’s son now lived in Wels, Austria, ‘one of the most exclusive regions of the world,’ according to a Mexican reporter who tracked him down, ‘renowned as a refuge for princes, kings, magnates, and the Hollywood elite…’ Intelligence officials determined Governor Marin’s son had not held any job which might have afforded him this lifestyle.

According to Interpol, Governor Marin owned seven 407-model Bell helicopters worth US$21 million, two 206 Bell helicopters and two Augusta helicopters worth US$16 million, two Cessna 2008 XA-TWT aircraft worth US$600,000, a Dassault Falcon 20 plane worth US$350,000 a Sabre Cinergo plane worth US$300,000 and four Learjet 45s, worth about US$8 million each, or about US$32 million for all four Learjets. The Governor of one small Mexican State, in other words, owned nineteen aircraft.

The US Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agency (ICE) found illicit transportation of undeclared cash in Marin’s aircraft, with probable links to organized crime. Large sums of money were moved from Mexico to Texas and Florida. Because heads of drug cartels had also flown on the Governor’s aircraft, in one case to successfully evade an arrest-in-progress, ICE used diplomatic channels to request special attention be paid to all aircraft registered in the Marin name.


Lydia Cacho: “One of the young Mexican girls who had fallen victim to the Cancun sex trafficking network affirmed in a statement in 2004 that three American girls from Florida were brought over on a large private plane which they said belonged to a Governor…” According to Interpol: ‘(Governor Marin) is known to have a penchant for underage women (sic).’ A General on the Merida Initiative’s Intelligence Team told Lydia Cacho that Governor Marin had ‘a history of protecting pedophiles,’ but, he said, the President of Mexico, when given this intelligence, did nothing. Intelligence agencies knew Governor Marin was protecting Succar Kuri. Lydia Cacho: “Marin was under close scrutiny [by intelligence agencies]…for protecting a criminal network involved in the sex trafficking of minors, and yet his businesses and ties to dangerous friends were allowed to continue…”


On November 29, 2007, Lydia Cacho was about to present her new book, Infamy, at a book launch, – a book launch the Pedo Elites had tried but failed to stop,when the Supreme Court announced it would now make its final ruling on the Lydia Cacho case. Due to widespread public interest, the Supreme Court’s final ruling was about to be broadcast live on national television, – something which had never happened before in Mexico, a country where the Supreme Court has not even had to make its rulings public.

Lydia Cacho, with family, friends and journalists, found a bar, where they could watch the Supreme Court’s proceedings on television. Lydia Cacho: “My lawyer was there in the chamber along with the Governor’s seven and the human trafficker’s [Kamel Nacif’s] five. The solemnity and tension in the room were palpable even on screen. The court crier announced the order in which the Justices would speak and then proceeded to explain that this was one of the most closely followed Supreme Court cases in the country’s history.”

Of the ten Justices on Mexico’s Supreme Court, Justice Silva Meza spoke first: ‘The violation of the human rights of the journalist Lydia Cacho as a result of the concerted actions of the Governor of the State of Puebla and the authorities of the State Attorney General’s Office and the Court of Justice of the same has been irrefutably established.’ Justice Silva Meza then read out the names of the accused. Justice Silva Meza and the three male Justices who spoke after him ruled in favor of Lydia Cacho. The four remaining male Justices ruled against Lydia Cacho. Justice Aguirre, one of the four male Justices ruling against, said: ‘(T)housands of people are tortured in this country – what is this woman complaining about? What makes her so different or so much more important that the Court should trouble itself with one individual case?’

The ruling was now 4-4, with two female Justices remaining, – one a conservative, and one pro-feminist. The conservative female Justice voted against Lydia Cacho, – bringing it to 5-4 against. The pro-feminist Justice, Justice Olga Sanchez Cordero, a blond-haired woman, adjusted her glasses repeatedly as she read her statement. She then began to stutter. ‘Crimes had indeed been committed,’ she said. ‘But said crimes were not very serious in nature.’ The pro-feminist Justice ruled against Lydia Cacho, deciding her human rights had not been violated by being abducted, tortured and raped, with a final ruling of 6-4 against Lydia Cacho. “To the utter astonishment of those watching,” Lydia Cacho said, “(the pro-feminist Justice) exonerated the Governor and his accomplices.”



“Silence filled the bar and I realized every person there was staring at the television screen [in shock],” Lydia Cacho said. “Then, here and there, people hung their heads, buried their faces in their hands, and more than one journalist began to offer insults [at the television].” The mafias have gained control of the Supreme Court, Lydia Cacho thought to herself. She knocked back her tequila and set down her shot glass. Lydia Cacho went up to her hotel room and cried. She wished her mother was alive.



Lydia Cacho later alleged some of the Supreme Court Justices – who 48 hours earlier looked as if they would rule in her favor, – were paid off by the Governor’s attorneys. Lydia Cacho heard this from a person close to those attorneys, but could not substantiate it. “Pro-feminist” Justice Olga Sanchez Cordero, however, did later admit she ruled against Lydia Cacho after coming under ‘extreme political pressure.’


In January 2010, the four Supreme Court Justices who ruled in Lydia Cacho’s favor published a book in her defense. This was startling, – the first book Supreme Court Justices ever published about a case – and to condemn its verdict. The Justices said they took this unprecedented step because they found the mafia’s influence on the Supreme Court’s ruling deeply unsettling. In The Ways of Power: The Lydia Cacho Case, the Justices declared: “(T)he journalist’s fundamental rights were seriously violated… (T)he authorities under indictment are protecting and promoting pedophilia and child pornography networks.” By 2016, this book had inspired 16 law school theses in Mexico, and become required reading for the degree in human rights and jurisprudence.


Also in 2016, a decade after the abduction, Montano and Perez were finally arrested. Montano and Perez have been charged with the torture of Lydia Cacho. That outcome is pending.

Lydia Cacho, periodista Mexicana amenazada.





One Woman Cracks the Pedo Elite. Chapter 2.

Preface & Chapter 1 here. Chapter 3 here. Chapter 4 here.

On December 16, 2005, Lydia Cacho, barely recovered from the kidney failure, pneumonia and bronchitis which had put her in critical care two months earlier, was driving to the shelter, back to work. She called shelter staff, per protocol, saying she’d arrive any minute. One of her bodyguards went out on the corner and waited.

Lydia Cacho: “When I parked my truck and turned off the engine, a small car drove past, and then I got out of my vehicle. Suddenly, a silvery blue car with Puebla State plates stopped in the middle of the street, blocking the way, and three (men) jumped out, one of them wearing a white T-shirt and a shoulder holster that clearly had a gun in it. Another held a pink folder in his hand and was walking very quickly towards me. I looked to my left – behind me on the street was a white Jeep Liberty. I scanned it for plates – this one was from Puebla too. At both corners, cars were closing the street. At that moment, I was convinced they were contract killers, although I didn’t know who might have hired them. Then I glanced down the street toward the intersection – a red car was blocking it, and a man standing outside (the shelter) was gesturing to another close by. I thought they were about to shoot me, and my heart froze. The man with the folder shouted as he approached me, ‘Lydia Cacho, easy now, don’t try anything, you’re under arrest.’ There were two men coming at me head on, and another slipped around the side of my car. Terrified, and hardly realizing what I was doing, I pushed the car alarm button on my key ring and tried to climb back in, but by that time one of the men had already reached me, and he quietly pulled out a gun and hissed: ‘Don’t try anything, and don’t call your bodyguards, or we’re sure to have some fireworks on our hands’… ‘On what charges? Who’s charging me?’ I managed to ask once or twice, trying to maintain my composure… One of them took a gun, put it to my head and said, ‘Shut up!'”

The men told Lydia Cacho she was being arrested for defamation. They were taking her to the Quintana Roo Attorney General’s Office in Cancun first, they said, and then to Puebla, to jail. [Puebla, the city, is in the Mexican State of Puebla, over 1,000 kilometers from Cancun, a 20-hour car drive across five Mexican states]. ‘Don’t resist,’ one of the men threatened. ‘Journalists sometimes get killed by stray bullets.’ Lydia Cacho: “Like a slap to the face, the echo of his words knocked the air straight out of me, and I felt instantly nauseated. And they were all almost as nervous as I was. The man with the pink folder kept shoving it in my face, opening it to show me – but all of the pages inside were blank.”

“My car alarm continued to blare, and I knew that my colleagues were probably watching everything over the closed security system we had installed… I knew that everything had been recorded…(on) a hard drive (which stored) 24-hour-a-day footage from our cameras around the building… From his post at the corner…one of the three guards on my security detail witnessed everything that was happening.” A second guard, a female, later testified that the guard on the corner called the head of security, their boss. ‘Ms. Cacho is being taken away,’ he told him. The head of security asked: ‘Are they policemen?’ Despite the fact that the men abducting Lydia Cacho were wearing street clothes, not uniforms, and were blocking off the street with unmarked cars, not cop cars, the guard said, ‘They look like policemen.’ The head of security replied: ‘Let them take her then.’


“As we approached the building where the Office of the Attorney General for the State of Quintana Roo is housed – not 15 minutes after I had first gotten into the car – I saw that the agents had spoken the truth and we really were going to the Attorney General’s local Cancun Office, so I lowered my guard. It was not until that moment that I discovered I had practically stopped breathing,” Lydia Cacho said. “The tension had petrified my lungs, I was inhaling barely enough to keep from passing out… I took in a large gulp of air and was instantly seized with a loud fit of coughing that interrupted the agents as they exchanged instructions… I never thought the sight of the main entrance to the State Attorney General’s building could produce such a wonderful feeling of relief in me… They’re not hitmen! This is legal, and I’m going to come out of it, I thought.”

“A couple of people at the entrance to the building recognized me, but I wasn’t able to see their faces, and then the agents shoved me toward the hallway, pushing and pulling me. ‘That’s Lydia Cacho from TV,’ I heard a woman say… One of the (men) alerted the others: ‘They’ve seen her… quick, get the papers you son of a bitch.’ They closed ranks around me so no one else could see me (and took me to a room)… ‘Please, I have the right to speak with my lawyer…I’m sick, I have bronchitis, I have the right to see a doctor,’ I repeated several times. ‘Yes, yes…settle down,’” said Comandante Montano, the man who had held the pink folder of blank pages. (Comandante Montano told me to sit down). ‘We’re going to let you see your lawyer, and you can bring your medicine and everything. Just remain calm so we don’t have to handcuff you and we don’t set off any fireworks. You wouldn’t want to get shot by a bullet now, would you? I’m told you’re a real feisty one.’” Lydia Cacho sat down. Comandante Montano and the other men, (a mix of Puebla and Cancun police agents), laughed – then turned their attention to the paperwork before them. Lydia Cacho: “Suddenly a local Cancun agent who recognized me approached my chair… Without saying a word, he spilled some papers on the floor next to me where I was sitting. As he slowly gathered them back up, he leaned in towards me and whispered, ‘Ma’am, don’t let them take you in the car…they’re going to off you… The Attorney General hasn’t signed off on this, ask them to let you see him.’”

Just then a woman from the shelter’s board of directors burst into the room. She embraced Lydia, who desperately whispered to her friend, ‘Don’t let them take me – they’re going to kill me.’ ‘Sit down!’ the Comandante barked angrily. The woman, with iron determination, announced that she would now go speak to the Attorney General about this. Lydia Cacho: “As she left the room, I could hear her voice trail off as she told the agents to hold tight since I had the right to request that my lawyer review the petition for my arrest…. ‘Moreover,’ she insisted, ‘Ms. Cacho is ill, she was just released from the hospital… if you take her anywhere, she mustn’t travel by highway, because her health is delicate’… When (my friend) left, Montano and the…other agents laughed mockingly. One of them said, right to my face, ‘Nosy fucking bitches, now you’re scared, aren’t you?’” The men grabbed Lydia Cacho’s arms without warning, lifting her out of her chair, rushing her out of the room. As they led her down the hallway, Lydia Cacho spotted her shelter co-workers, the shelter lawyer and her bodyguards. Without thinking, she yelled, “You guys follow me, call the Anti-Drug Czar, they’re going to kill me!” When Lydia Cacho’s friends tried to speak to the Attorney General, an official they knew well, an official who had always welcomed them into his office, – he refused to meet them. Later they would learn he had just taken a call from the Governor of the State of Puebla, Mario Marin, a prominent Pedo Elite.

“(O)ne of the men behind me grabbed hold of my hands, positioning my two fists at my back, while the other two agents immobilized my forearms. Quickly an agent positioned himself in front of me, and they practically ran me out of the building’s back door,” Lydia Cacho said. “A second later, I felt a sharp yank at the back of my head. Someone was pulling my hair with rage; I buckled in pain and allowed myself to be pulled along. A few moments later, the man dragging me by the hair hurled me into the back seat of a car.”

“Additional Cancun agents were already waiting for us,” Lydia Cacho said. “They immediately activated a series of highly coordinated maneuvers… Ahead of us was the red Jetta, leading the way. Why so many police officers? I thought to myself. I peeked behind us, hoping to see my bodyguard following, but the only vehicle there was the white Liberty (which we would later prove [was owned by] Kamel Nacif). They floored it, and we…headed for the highway. It was at that moment I realized I had been tricked. A feeling of outrage swelled up inside me. I sat up and began rattling off at the top of my voice, ‘This is illegal! This is a kidnapping! You didn’t let me see my lawyer! I need my medicine! I never saw an arrest warrant!’… I closed my eyes and thought, My God, they’re going to kill me, they’re going to disappear me…” Comandante Montano sat in the front seat, with Jesus Perez, the driver. Perez whirled around, pressed the barrel of his gun to Lydia Cacho’s forehead, and yelled:“Just shut up, bitch! You’re with us now!”


Lydia Cacho was being abducted in a car flanked by three other vehicles – a vehicle of men in front of her, a vehicle of men alongside her, and a vehicle of men behind her. When this phalanx reached the highway, the vehicle in front and the vehicle alongside honked good-bye to Montano and Perez. Perez waved back at the two vehicles and laughed. “It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to be spending the next 1,118 kilometers or more alone in a car with two armed police agents,” Lydia Cacho said, “and three more in the vehicle behind us.”


“Montano was now behaving courteously,” Lydia Cacho recounted. “He explained that his boss chose to send him rather than anyone else because he had a reputation for being kind.” Perez laughed, then lit a cigarette. Montano and Perez lit cigarette after cigarette, chain-smoking and complaining to each other that they hadn’t had time to eat breakfast that morning because they’d been too busy coordinating with Cancun Police. They asked Lydia Cacho questions as if they didn’t know who she was, then demonstrated they knew exactly who she was, referencing, for example, her TV show. One minute Montano made himself accessible, potentially simpatico, listening as he drew on his cigarette; the next minute Montano flew into a rage: ‘Why’d you mess with Kamel? Why’d you have to go poking around in the bosses’ lives? What do you want to go writing about their business for?’ Lydia Cacho: “A shiver ran down my spine (at the mention of Kamel Nacif). I started to explain to them what my book was about. I asked them if they had any children… I asked them to imagine that while they were driving along in the car with me, some man had just taken their small daughter or son and was using them to make pornographic films while raping them.” They said they would slice off the pedophile’s testicles and skin him alive before killing him. Montano clarified that it couldn’t be done in the State of Puebla though, because in the State of Puebla, the pedophiles were in charge.

Lydia Cacho coughed uncontrollably. Montano and Perez, smoking, talked about the men they’d shot. They talked about rape in prison. Montano and Perez asked Lydia Cacho if she liked the ocean. Perez said they were asking because, ‘we might just toss you into the ocean in a little bit.’ Lydia Cacho could not stop coughing. She told them, between hacking, that she was sick. She pleaded for some medicine for her cough. Perez asked Lydia Cacho to lean forward. ‘I’ve got your medicine right here…a little cough syrup, you want some?’ he asked, groping his genitals and laughing.

Lydia Cacho: “A few hours went by and the two agents were explaining what a big mess I’d gotten myself into by writing that book of mine. They alternated comments about how powerful and important Kamel Nacif was with others about how stupid it was of me to think I could get away with defaming him, and still others about how pretty I was. They said they thought the boss was giving them a nice little reward when…shown a photograph of me wearing a bikini. I felt the stomach acid rising up into my throat; I realized the last thing I’d eaten was a bowl of fruit at eight in the morning. But I wasn’t hungry… Every now and then I would carefully bring my arms to the front of me to get rid of the numbness that kept taking over… They went into explanations from time to time about how they had been trying to locate me for two months without knowing where to find me. But then they contradicted themselves…asking if I was worried someone would break into my apartment when I was away (at the hospital), saying it was such a nice little apartment… One minute they’d (talk) to me in a friendly, respectful tone, and the next they might just as easily be insulting me or telling me how I was their little reward and we were going to have fun together on this trip.”

“In a moment of silence, I went out on a limb and asked Montano to let me make a phone call,” Lydia Cacho said. “To my surprise, he said, ‘Of course, ma’am. We just have to stop somewhere because I don’t have any more minutes left on my phone card.’” They pulled into a rest stop and parked. Montano and Perez sat silently and smoked. Lydia Cacho asked if she could make that phone call Montano promised. Montano dialed, reached back to hand her his phone, hung up and said, ‘No answer.’ Lydia Cacho: “(We would repeat this) same scene over and over again. For some reason I was unable to comprehend; every time, overcome with anxiety, I actually believed he was going to let me talk to someone. But he didn’t, and after awhile, the two men chuckled.” Sitting in the car at the rest stop, Lydia Cacho asked if she could use the restroom. “Montano told me to go ahead, but before I could make a move, the two told me I’d better not try to run away because one time a prisoner they picked up in Veracruz tried that and they had been forced to shoot a couple stray bullets at him. They asked each other if they ever did figure out which one of them ended up killing the prisoner who tried to run when they let him out to go to the toilet. They went over all the details of how the man died and how they had to carry him back into the car, his pants covered in urine, all because he tried to pull a fast one on them. And so I stayed in the car,” Lydia Cacho said, “silent. The same scene was repeated with ever so slight changes of script four more time over the following 20 hours, every time I asked to use the restroom.”

Lydia Cacho was being held captive in a car by two chain-smoking goons who wouldn’t let her use the restroom two months after she was hospitalized in critical condition for kidney failure (she only had one kidney; she had lost her other kidney as a young woman, nearly dying from that experience), and barely recovered from the pneumonia and bronchitis she’d contracted in the hospital. Montano and Perez began talking between themselves about how inviting the ocean looks at night. “Montano glanced at me in the rear view mirror, Lydia Cacho recounted, and quietly asked, ‘Do you know how to swim in the ocean at night? Of course, it’s sink or swim, you know.’ Lydia Cacho: “Trembling not only from fever but from fear, I hugged my arms around my body… Gazing at the jungle beyond the highway (I remembered I sailed sailboats and) muttered, ‘I’m a sailboat captain. I can sail, and I can swim.’” The men laughed and laughed; they laughed at her. Then Montano told Lydia Cacho she could now make a phone call. She was in disbelief, as this time, her family answered and Montano actually did hand her his phone. Montano put his gun in Lydia Cacho’s face, resting the barrel on her nose. Hearing the voices of the people she loved, suddenly Lydia Cacho felt she might just survive, – she felt – salvation. ‘You’re OK,’ her family said, ‘right?’ ‘Yes,’ she said, her heart racing. ‘I’m OK.’ ‘You’re being escorted by women,’ they said, ‘right? So you’re OK.’ ‘Women?’ Lydia Cacho asked. ‘No, they’re men!’ Montano snatched back the phone and hung up. Then he said, almost sweetly: ‘I hope you trust me now. I hope you can see how nice I am.’ Lydia Cacho, traumatically grateful, said that she did.

Montano’s phone rang. It was someone he called ‘the boss.’ The boss asked Montano if there were any witnesses. Lydia Cacho: “(Montano and Perez) made a couple of phone calls and I slowly realized they were asking the (men behind us) in the Liberty if anyone was following us. I was hoping that my bodyguard was tailing us.” Pleased, Montano hung up and said, ‘They’ve left you all alone.’ Lydia Cacho: “The two of them took turns telling me how I’d better behave and how I was going to have to perform oral sex on them if I wanted them to give me anything to eat. I sat still and said nothing. The phone rang again. Montano’s voice repeated, ‘Yes sir; yes, boss; yes.’ All of the sudden they stopped. Montano moved quickly to the back of the car and sat next to me… He pulled his gun out, ordered me to open my mouth and proceeded to put the gun barrel in my mouth. I immediately felt like coughing. I could smell his breath next to my face. ‘Come on, cough lady…’”

It goes without saying that these men torture Lydia Cacho. And while she minimizes what happened in that car in Infamy, her book-length account of these events, in an interview with Australian journalist Paul McGeough, she recounted what happened in greater detail:They had their guns in my mouth and in my genitals. I was handcuffed and they made me lie face-down. As they drove through the night, they undressed me and took turns sitting on me.” Perez struck her with his pistol, fracturing her rib. Oral rape was forced at gun point. In Infamy, Lydia Cacho breaks from the recounting these atrocities by writing: “Ten years later, when Montano was arrested for torture and I had to confront him in court over the course of five hours, I could still smell his breath from a distance. When the Judge asked me to explain the sexual torture I had endured on that infamous road trip, I broke down in tears, but Montano laughed…” Lydia Cacho told the reporter McGeough she didn’t write about the torture in detail in her book because she didn’t want that to be the focus. She wanted the child rape and child porn network to be the focus; she wanted all those who tried to destroy her so that rich men could continue to rape five-year-old girls to be the focus. She said people like victims, not survivors. She said she is not a victim. She said she is a survivor.


Meanwhile, as soon as Lydia Cacho was kidnapped, her family and shelter staff alerted international human rights organizations and the media that her life was now in danger. Lydia Cacho: “(My family and friends) wrote to the Committee for the Protection of Journalists in New York and sent urgent cables to all the national newscasts and media outlets… Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch, Reporters Without Borders, and the World Organization Against Torture all sent out emergency bulletins… The news spread like wildfire. A network of journalists from Puebla and all over Mexico [and also internationally] began covering my case and gathering vital information about my captors and the corrupt officials who made my kidnapping possible…”

Governor Marin

The Governor of Puebla, Mario Marin, – who had arranged for Lydia Cacho to be kidnapped and tortured, – was now being contacted by diplomats, international human rights organizations and journalists, and urgently pressed to make sure Lydia Cacho got to Pueblo alive. Lydia Cacho: “(No one) could have ever imagined that the criminal collusion surrounding the events that were still unfolding had in fact been orchestrated by the Governor himself, and that three other Governors were involved in the plot to have me killed.”




The car suddenly stopped. ‘How about a little swim?’ Montano asked happily, while Perez lit a cigarette. “It was dark out,” Lydia Cacho said. “The two agents rolled down their windows and asked me a couple of times if that noise they were hearing was the sound of the ocean. ‘I think so,’ I replied. The Liberty pulled up even with us and the men spoke to each other through the open windows. The man (driving the Liberty) shouted over: ‘Here it is, the ocean, it looks pretty calm. We’re gonna go get some shrimp cocktails.’ The street was deserted, and all the seafood joints lining it were closed. I found myself trying to reason with them almost like a small child: ‘But everything’s closed, seafood restaurants don’t stay open in the middle of the night! Why are you all leaving? Where are you going?’ Nobody responded. Slowly it dawned on me and I thought silently, They’re leaving so the others can throw me into the ocean. I called in anguished silence to my dead mother. Please, Mama, please don’t let them throw me into the sea, no one will ever find my body…”

‘No,’ Montano said, changing his mind. ‘We’d better just get going.’ Lydia Cacho collapsed in relief. But then she saw the Liberty was driving off anyway, and that Montano and Perez weren’t moving. “(T)hey turned off the engine, and Montano got out. From the driver’s seat, Perez asked halfheartedly, ‘Don’t you feel like swimming?’ and he motioned toward the door with his gun. He stepped out of the car, leaving his door open… ‘Whenever you’re ready,’ Perez said to me… ‘Bet you don’t feel like writing anything now, do you? Not feeling so brave, anymore, are you, to walk around telling lies and defaming people like that?’… My body felt heavy and I kept imagining the weight of a rock tied to my legs… Perez suddenly spoke more loudly, pretending he didn’t know I was listening. ‘Like the boss said, she was acting very belligerently, she tried to escape, and she ran into the water. We tried to find her, but it was just so dark out’… Perez opened the other door and I felt glued to the seat. He pulled my hair so strongly that I moved with him. He pulled me out onto the sidewalk where I fell on my knees, crying…”

“(T)hey debated shooting or drowning me,” Lydia Cacho told the reporter McGeough, offering more details than provided in her book-length account.“For maybe an hour they’d put me in the car, pull me out, push me towards the water, then drag me back.”

Perez dragged Lydia Cacho to the ocean by her hair, deciding, finally, to drown her. ‘She got hysterical and we couldn’t pull her back out. We were just trying to do our job,’ Perez said, lifting her up off the ground to hurl her into the ocean, ‘and bring her in safe and sound.’ Montano’s cell phone rang. Lydia Cacho was dropped. Montano answered and kept his replies short: ‘Yes. No. Yes, sir. No, sir. Yes. All right, sir.’ Having received new orders from Governor Marin, Montano signaled Perez to put Lydia Cacho back in the car. Lydia Cacho: “He hung up and spoke to Perez through gritted teeth. ‘Change of plans.’” When she was in the back seat again, Montano spun around to look at her. Sarcastically, he said, ‘You’re famous, ma’am. You’re on TV now.’”


Lydia Cacho: “We…began our ascent into the Veracruz mountains. Cold came streaming in through the front windows, which were now completely rolled down. The two agents smoked in the front seat while I struggled to remain awake, my face now leaning against the glass… Montano spoke suddenly, his voice shaking me out of my trance. ‘We’ll be arriving in a few hours, so don’t you forget, like we said – you tell them we treated you well, and we won’t do a thing. But if you start blabbing, well then, you know how it is ma’am – we know where you live and we know where you work, we even know what beaches you go to… We know where your father lives. We know everything about you.’” They even knew, they told her, that one security grille on her apartment was loose and ‘easy to open.’

In a town called Hope, they pulled up next to a red car. Lydia Cacho: “Out of this vehicle stepped a tall, dark man with a mustache. He was visibly exasperated… He directed two female plainclothes (Puebla) Police agents sitting in his vehicle to get out of his car. He ordered Perez to get out and practically shouted his instructions to the two women. ‘You two have been in the car with her since Cancun.’” Montano took over the wheel and the two women got into the car. One offered Lydia Cacho her lipstick. ‘Fuck off,’ Lydia Cacho said.


As they arrived at the building of the Puebla Attorney General, the media awaited them. At the top of the building’s steps a bank of TV cameras and reporters, along with Lydia Cacho’s family, watched as they approached. The men in the Liberty, still following them, called and told Montano: ‘Go to the main entrance. – And make sure they see her with the women.’ Lydia Cacho: “The two female agents got out of the car and escorted me, one on each arm, as though they had been at my side the entire time.” As they ascended the steps, under her breath, Lydia Cacho said: ‘The toll booths in Merida have cameras; they’re going to know you weren’t with me.’

As the two female agents pushed Lydia Cacho through the press, Lydia Cacho’s sister stepped forward and held her. “Everything’s going to be OK,” her sister whispered. Lydia Cacho heard not her sister’s voice, but the voice of her mother, before the two female agents pulled Lydia Cacho back. Finally, Lydia Cacho thought, the nightmare is over.

Inside the building, the two female agents took Lydia Cacho into a room, with Montano following, and closing the door behind them. “A new and very aggressive group of agents burst into the room,” Lydia Cacho recounted, “and told Montano to hold it right there. They argued briefly, and Montano told them that he had orders to get me to my prison cell as quickly as possible, but the others ignored him, and one yanked me by the arm and shouted, ‘Get downstairs!’” Lydia Cacho was hustled downstairs by this new group of agents, who were strangely at odds with each other. “I saw that there were two distinct groups of agents,” Lydia Cacho said. “Some had been instructed to feign restraint, and others were highly irate and barking counter-orders.” The female agents followed, showing signs of fear. Downstairs, Lydia Cacho said, “(A) young man came over to me, and I tried smiling at him, hoping to elicit some feeling of compassion… He avoided my eyes and shoved me carelessly against the wall as if I were a sack of potatoes. With everyone watching, he pulled the front of my jacket open and, pretending to slip, placed his hands on my breast and grinned. Then he hung a numbered sign around my neck, stood back, snapped a few photographs, told me in a tired automatic voice to turn first to one side, then the other, and the next thing I knew he grabbed me by the hair without a word and slammed my head against the wall.”

Lydia Cacho was put in a Gessel chamber – a confession room with a two-way mirror. “(O)n the ground in front of me lay a torn mattress reeking of urine and blood. It was covered in multiple dried bloodstains… A few minutes passed, then the door opened and the strongest-looking of the men walked in, tossed out a couple of insults, and told me it was time I was taught a lesson, ‘to see if you really want to go on writing lies.’ I couldn’t believe it; I no longer had the strength to believe any of this. My family was right there, upstairs, just a few steps away – and they were going to beat me up?”… For awhile I could not remember how many times the man shoved and pushed me around the cell. It was only years after I was able to read the deposition of three witnesses in my torture case that one woman had said, ‘We thought he was going to crush her head against the wall so many times.’ I lost all sense of time…”


“The door opened suddenly,” Lydia Cacho said. “A man wearing a jacket with the embroidered initials of the (Puebla) State Human Rights Commission on it was shown into the room. [This, Lydia Cacho will later learn, is the President of the Puebla State Human Rights Commission]. He walked over and stood facing me, holding a piece of paper in one hand and a pen in the other… He greeted me as though we were acquaintances getting together for a quick meal in a cafeteria rather than strangers meeting for the first time in a torture cell. He didn’t ask but told me that I had been treated very well by the police and that I should sign the Human Rights Commission’s document he was holding out to me… I refused to sign… The man told me I looked just fine to him, that it didn’t appear as though I’d been mistreated at all.” Lydia Cacho marveled: Who could possibly have the power to set all this in motion…?

A woman Senator Lydia Cacho knew came in and embraced her. ‘They want to kill you,’ the Senator whispered. ‘It’s the Governor of Puebla.’ Later, for having had the compassion to embrace Lydia Cacho, as Lydia Cacho, for the first time since this nightmare began, broke down and cried, – this Senator with a 30-year political career who belonged to the same political party as Governor Marin and Mexico’s President, would be deleted from all future ballots – punishment for having held Lydia Cacho as she wept.

Puebla’s Police Chief, who’d been behind the two-way mirror watching the man slam Lydia Cacho’s head against the wall, announced that Lydia Cacho would now be going to jail. It’s ironic, Lydia Cacho thought. I actually feel safe going to jail! Taken outside, she was then driven from the building of the Puebla Attorney General to Puebla’s Jail. “There were several cars following behind us carrying my family, human rights advocates [real ones], and members of the media.”


At Puebla’s Jail, three men in black military uniforms carrying long guns escorted Lydia Cacho to a strip search by a woman prison guard. The men positioned themselves so they could watch from a distance. ‘Are you the one on the television?’ the woman guard whispered. ‘The one who wrote the book about Kamel Nacif and the raped children?’ ‘Yes,’ Lydia Cacho answered. ‘Nacif has some of his people in here,’ the guard cautioned in a conspiratorial whisper. Then she hissed urgently under her breath, ‘Don’t let them take you into the high-security area… They’ve got it all set up – you’re going to be beaten and raped’… ‘But how? Who?!’… ‘Some of the female prisoners,’ the guard replied. ‘With broomsticks’… ‘Please, please,’ Lydia Cacho begged. ‘Don’t let them hurt me!’ The female guard told the three men that due to the prisoner’s high fever, she must take the prisoner to the infirmary, and that their orders to take the prisoner elsewhere will have to wait.

At the prison infirmary, a young woman with a dragon tattoo an an IV in her arm kept up a lively and mostly one-sided conversation with Lydia Cacho. ‘Did Kamel Nacif put you in here? You’re not going to get out. He’s in charge here; a lot of girls are in here because they complained about abuses at his sweatshop factories.’ Lydia Cacho said the charges against her weren’t criminal, that she should be out in a few hours. ‘Neither are mine,’ the young woman said. ‘They don’t even have any evidence against me, and I’ve been here six months’… Other women in the infirmary, Lydia Cacho recounted, “talked about the power Kamel Nacif wielded in Puebla, and about his associate, [also a sweatshop owner, both of] who exploited prisoners by putting them to work in their textile factories.” Kamel Nacif, Lydia Cacho will later learn, also opened his factory operations within the prison itself, forcing the female prisoners into slave-labor. Lydia Cacho also will later learn that Kamel Nacif trafficked people (from China, for example) for forced labor in his Mexican sweatshops, these slave-labor trafficking arrangements helpfully pushed through by the President of Mexico himself, – a personal friend.






A female guard came to the infirmary to inform Lydia Cacho she was now to be taken to a special holding cell. Although this is not included in her book-length account of events, Lydia Cacho told the journalist McGeough that in the special holding cell, she was held down by female prisoners as other female prisoners raped her, that afterwards, they beat and tortured her, that the rape was paid out and arranged by the Puebla State Attorney General, – a woman, – Blanca Laura Villeda Martinez, – under the orders of Kamel Nacif.

Puebla State Attorney General Blanca Laura Villeda Martinez, who arranged for Lydia Cacho to be raped and beaten in jail, as ordered by Kamel Nacif

The journalist McGeough: “Why has Cacho chosen to reveal the Puebla rape now? She isn’t sure – and she seems somewhat surprised that the words tumble so easily from her mouth… ‘In Infamy, I wrote about the rape – and then I removed the passage. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. There were so many interviews that focused on my ability to understand and to explain, and I can’t tell you how many TV interviewers tried to make me cry. – So I thought it was healthy to not talk about it. I’m not interested in sitting down to talk about how it affects the rest of my life…’”

After the assault by the female prisoners, Lydia Cacho explained, “I was fainting when they told me to put my clothes back on… I grabbed hold of the bars and felt my legs giving way – I could no longer stand upright. I crumpled into a crouching position close to the floor and called to the guard, who graciously brought me a plastic chair.”

Judge Rosa Celia Perez Gonzalez, who signed orders for Lydia Cacho’s “detention”

Lydia Cacho was hunched in the plastic chair in her jail cell, when a woman judge, – Judge Rosa Celia Perez Gonzalez, – appeared before her. “It was I,” Judge Rosa Celia Perez Gonzalez announced, “who ordered your detention.” For the first time since this nightmare began, Lydia Cacho was now finally read the charges against her. For writing about Kamel Nacif’s links to the international child rape and child porn network in The Demons of Eden, Lydia Cacho was being charged with defaming Kamel Nacif. Lydia Cacho: “The Judge read me the entire report and at long last I realized that the whole thing was actually an attempt to defend the pedophile Succar Kuri.” The Judge showed Lydia Cacho a retraction Emma had signed. The Judge then handed Lydia Cacho a prepared retraction and told her to sign it. Lydia Cacho: “After 20 hours of abuse in the car and (then the) rape and torture in prison, they (wanted) me to sign a prepared statement, which would have been an admission that The Demons of Eden was lies; that I had concocted it all to make myself famous.” Lydia Cacho told the Judge she would not sign. “I was agog,” Lydia Cacho said. Interestingly, Lydia Cacho was agog not at the retraction the Judge wanted her to sign, but now that Lydia Cacho understood what was happening, she was agog at how her situation could effect the victims of Succar Kuri: “If I was to remain in prison, the (US Magistrate) who was holding Succar Kuri behind bars in Arizona would think that the contents of my investigation were false, and that would contribute to Succar Kuri being set free! Then the girls…would be brought back into the pedophile’s fold. No, we could not allow this…”

The Judge, intent on keeping Lydia Cacho in jail, set an unreasonably high bond, orders of magnitude higher than any bond ever set in the State of Puebla – and did so at 3 pm on a Saturday afternoon, knowing banks in Mexico had just closed for the weekend.

After the Judge’s appearance, Lydia Cacho’s family was allowed to see her in her cell. Family members, trying to lift her spirits, rushed in snapping pictures of her behind bars: “Smile!” they said. And, – seeing them, – she did.

Lydia Cacho V

Against all odds, Lydia Cacho’s family, friends and supporters emptied their pockets, coming very close to meeting the outrageous bail set by the Judge. The Judge, not anticipating this, called up the chain of Pedo Elites for instructions. “Later,” Lydia Cacho said, “we would discover that the…Judge had called the cell phone of the Chief Justice of the Puebla Superior Court of Justice,…who in turn telephoned Governor Marin,…who called Kamel Nacif.” And Kamel Nacif, of course, was acting in the interest of the King of them all, – the man who supplied five-year-old girls for rich men to rape.


Having met bond, Lydia Cacho was released. Lydia Cacho: “I was escorted from the building by several armed men. In an instant, I was outside. Free. I looked around me…but I couldn’t see my family. Then I spotted them in the distance…We ran towards each other…” Lydia Cacho’s release, however, was conditional: she had to report to Puebla’s Jail in person once a week for a year, over 1,000 kilometers from home; she had to submit to psychological and medical examinations, day or night, whenever summoned; and she could be re-arrested at any time. If Lydia Cacho loses this case, if she is found guilty of having defamed Kamel Nacif, – she will be sent to prison. Puebla Attorney General Blanca Laura Villeda Martinez, who arranged for female prisoners to rape Lydia Cacho in jail, told reporters that should Lydia Cacho be found not guilty, she would then ‘see to it personally’ that Lydia Cacho be ‘locked away.’

Meanwhile, the Puebla defense team which had been assigned Lydia Cacho’s case – before even meeting her – quit. – Given the death threats and all. Now Lydia Cacho had to find a lawyer: “The first such expert to agree to work with me never showed up at the Court on the day of the hearing, claiming to have been afflicted with a bout of diarrhea that rendered him unable to leave the house. The person who had recommended his services later admitted to me that the lawyer had in fact spent all night going over my book and the evidence for the case and simply didn’t have the courage to tell us that he was scared…” The Anti-Drug Czar gave Lydia Cacho an armored vehicle and assigned six new special agents to guard her.


Lydia Cacho reporting to Puebla’s Jail as required by the terms of her release, followed by a special federal agent acting as her bodyguard


Lydia Cacho: “The idea that practically the whole of the Puebla justice system as well as the State’s Governor were conspiring against me seemed absurd, and I for one refused for a time to believe it was true. But the reality of the matter turned out to be unfathomably shocking.”


It will be learned that – yes, – the whole of the Puebla justice system as well as the Governor of Puebla were conspiring against Lydia Cacho, – as well as 30 Mexican leaders, – including five Governors, two Senators and the Federal Police Bureau Undersecretary. Even possibly the President of Mexico himself. The President of Mexico will publicly call Lydia Cacho: “The enemy of the people.” (For those unfamiliar with this grisly historical reference, Josef Stalin, the lunatic totalitarian who killed more people than Hitler, publicly denounced a person as “The enemy of the people” before they ended up dead).


Irma Benavides, luego de presentar la denuncia contra su esposo Kamel Nacif, ofreció una conferencia en la cual hace responsable al empresario de su integridad
Kamel Nacif’s wife

An unbelievable thing then happened. Kamel Nacif beat his wife so viciously, she almost died. Though she fled their home, she feared her husband would hire a hitman to kill her. Trying to stay alive, trying to be one step ahead of any hired hitman, Kamel Nacif’s wife was taping her husband’s phone calls. On Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2006, Kamel Nacif’s wife anonymously surrendered these tapes to the media. In one Kamel Nacif conversation, while Lydia Cacho is being abducted and tortured by the goons in the car, Kamel Nacif thanks Puebla Governor Marin for “smacking” Lydia Cacho. Kamel Nacif tells the Governor he is sending him two bottles of cognac in thanks. These men call each other “Daddy,” “Precious,” and “Hero;” they are jubilant. In another phone conversation, Kamel Nacif is talking with his sweatshop-owning associate who is at the Puebla Attorney General building as Lydia Cacho is brought in by the two women agents. The associate suggests to Kamel Nacif that women prisoners should rape Lydia Cacho. Kamel Nacif tells the associate that that has already been arranged. In another call between the same men, they discuss the Judge, the associate telling Kamel Nacif: ‘She is a true brother to us, a thousand times over.’ Kamel Nacif arranges a thank you pay-off for the Judge – an all-expense-paid trip to Las Vegas. In another recording, an older recording, Kamel Nacif talks to Succar Kuri himself, from whom he orders two girl-children “to fuck.” One of the girls Kamel Nacif orders from Succar Kuri was the Salvadoran girl who later disappeared and who Succar Kuri later told his lawyer he killed. Kamel Nacif’s wife will later seek safety in Lydia Cacho’s shelter, where shelter staff will help this woman escape from Kamel Nacif and out of Mexico.

The media played these phone messages over and over again. Sales of The Demons of Eden kamelwent through the roof. And then another unbelievable thing happened: 40,000 people took to the streets, bravely calling for Puebla Governor Marin’s impeachment. Other protests followed, in support of Lydia Cacho. A democracy protest of this scale had not taken place in the State of Puebla in over a century.


Protesters give Governor Marin a bottle of cognac








Lydia Cacho: “My case had taken a step forward, and the consequences were almost immediate: My telephone started ringing off the hook…the Puebla State Attorney General (Blanca Laura Villeda Martinez) stepped up her attacks against me in the press…the death threats multiplied…and I received communications from third parties operating on the Governor’s behalf wanting to know ‘how much money’ I would need ‘to let the whole thing drop’… People were stopping me on the street to take photos with me, to ask for my autograph, or to tell me what a big impact my book had on them. My three person security detail – (now) two men and one woman – found they had to step up their vigilance; we couldn’t be sure whether one of these people approaching me with a smiling face might not also be carrying a gun.”


At a later point, the United Nations Human Rights Council will advise Lydia Cacho to leave Mexico. They will recommend she seek political asylum. Consequently, Lydia Cacho will be offered political asylum by several countries, including the United States under the Obama administration. But Lydia Cacho will refuse: “I think  if somebody has to leave my country, it should be the mobsters,” she will say. “Why me? — I love Mexico.”






One Woman Cracks the Pedo Elite. Preface & Chapter 1.

Chapter 2 here. Chapter 3 here. Chapter 4 here.


LYDIA CACHO IS ALIVE TODAY. But tomorrow, Lydia Cacho could be killed. – Because Mexican journalist Lydia Cacho cracked her local Pedo Elite – a brotherhood of rich men who rape girl-children. Tomorrow Lydia Cacho could be killed because she is now pushing further yet – following the trail from her local Pedo Elite to top-level networks trafficking girls, the global suppliers – the Russian, Albanian, Italian, Japanese and Chinese mafias, the Latin American drug cartels, – the international Uber-Patriarchy itself, that is – owners and operators of the international recreational assault market, reaping billion dollar profits in what has increasingly become the global sex-trafficking of girl-children.

Men around the world want to recreationally assault girl-children. Men’s demand in the female assault market (ie, “prostitution/forced prostitution/sex-trafficking”) has pivoted from young women to girl-children. For example, from her investigative work, Lydia Cacho has learned the Russian Mafia has saturated the Internet with girl-child porn, “infomercials” in effect, to drive the demand for their product. As men’s global demand has shifted to girl-children, supply has had to keep pace. Girls ages 4-17 are now being enslaved by these multi-national rape-dealers to be continuously sold. The Uber-Patriarchy has found their girl-child enterprise far more lucrative than their other business ventures, because – unlike cocaine, a girl-child can be sold again and again.

As more younger and younger girls are brought into the global market, the total number of all females of all ages ensnared by these assault-suppliers is staggering: According to Lydia Cacho, the total number of females world-wide now enslaved for captive rape now exceeds the total number of Africans enslaved in the Americas over the entire duration of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade.

In the male rank system – Uber-Patriarchy, Alpha-Patriarchy, Beta-Patriarchy, – males of the highest rank, – international Uber-Patriarchy males, – are conferred impunity – freedom from scrutiny, freedom from accountability, freedom to commit crimes as they wish. Because Lydia Cacho is determined to tell the world their crimes, – tomorrow Lydia Cacho could be killed.

Powerful men have told her to stop or she will be raped and bludgeoned to death, – that her corpse will be hacked into pieces, – that those who love her won’t find those pieces. Hired goons constantly tail her. Already she has survived their torture. But none of these men and none of their goons have stopped Lydia Cacho. No they have not… In fact, every time they commit atrocities against her to make her stop her feminist work, Lydia Cacho undertakes even more courageous feminist work.

This is the story of how one woman cracked her local Pedo Elite. This is the story of Lydia Cacho. – A story which starts at the beginning.


Chapter 1

A feminist gave birth to Lydia Cacho. Feminist Paulette Ribeiro Monteiro birthed six children, including daughter Lydia. Lydia Cacho’s mother founded a women’s development organization in Mexico City’s slums. Fighting for women’s rights and against poverty, she often brought Lydia along: “I can’t imagine my mother could have any idea just what effect seeing those little girls in the slums…would have on my soul,” Lydia Cacho said. “While she and her colleagues gave talks, I would attempt to play with my peers, only to discover with alarm how girls my age were physically unable to hold a pencil [due to malnutrition]… At that age, somewhere between 7 and 10, a child has no idea what to do with the strange feeling brewing inside her that some omnipotent force is lying to us and controlling our reality… I later learned patriarchy was (its) name…” When Lydia Cacho was12-years-old, the first World Conference on Women’s Rights, – the 1975 UN Conference for Women, – convened in Mexico City. There, the world’s feminists declared: ‘Women of the entire world, whatever differences exist between them, share the painful experience of receiving or having received unequal treatment, and that as their awareness of this phenomenon increases, they will become natural allies in the struggle against any form of oppression, such as is practiced under colonialism, neo-colonialism, Zionism, racial discrimination and apartheid, thereby constituting an enormous revolutionary potential…’






Lydia Cacho: “(Because) my mom was a feminist, I saw everything through that lens, that lens you can never take off… In a Mexico where nothing good comes to women who dare speak a word of protest, I learned to rebel.” At 16, Lydia Cacho led workshops on women’s rights. At 23, after nearly dying from the loss of a kidney, Lydia Cacho established herself in Cancun as a journalist for Mexico’s first major feminist magazine. Lydia Cacho and her mother founded a women’s rights organization in Cancun together, and organized women’s conferences there. Lydia Cacho landed an editorial column in Cancun’s newspaper, La Cronica, and used it to write on women’s issues. She founded an organization for feminist journalists, which grew from 12 to 600 members across the Spanish-speaking world. Soon Lydia Cacho was appearing before the United Nations General Assembly to report on the status of women in Mexico.

Amazingly, Lydia Cacho then launched a feminist radio-talk-show called These Women. “On the show, we called upon women to defend their rights,” Lydia Cacho explained. “These women spoke invariably about the violence they suffered as being an obstacle that limited their ability to work, to be free, to be happy. They spoke about their father’s sexual abuse, their husband’s rape, their boss’ sexual harassment…” Lydia Cacho’s feminist radio-talk-show was so popular it branched out into Lydia Cacho’s feminist newspaper, This Mouth is Mine. Lydia Cacho’s feminist newspaper was so popular it branched out into Lydia Cacho’s feminist TV show, also called This Mouth is Mine. “We were breaking down paradigms,” Lydia Cacho said. “Feminist programming on Televisa? Yes. A complete success.”

Battered women started to show up at the radio and television stations, asking Lydia Cacho for help. In 1990s Mexico, beating a woman was not a crime if her injuries healed within 15 days. Lydia Cacho organized these women to push for a law to make beating a woman a crime. [It took over 10 years, but in 2007, these women got their law: The General Law on the Right of Women to a Life Free from Violence now makes beating a woman in Mexico a crime]. The number of battered women showing up at the radio and television stations asking Lydia Cacho for help, however, only continued to grow. About the same time Lydia Cacho decided she would open a battered women’s shelter, her feminist television program, on a successful five-year run, was abruptly canceled. It was ‘obscene,’ she was told, to discuss birth control on TV. Still, Lydia Cacho continued as a feminist journalist both in print and on television.

This is when the first warning came. In 1999, coming back from a reporting trip in the south of Mexico, Lydia Cacho stopped at a truck stop to use the restroom. Lydia Cacho: “A slim but muscular blond man had apparently followed me into the restroom. When I came out of the stall to wash my hands, he sprang at me, immobilizing me. He then attacked me, raped me, and left me for dead. When I eventually dared to move again, I telephoned my mother.” The rapist had dislocated Lydia Cacho’s arm and hip. He had broken several of her bones and ribs during the rape. Lydia Cacho: “I was completely unable to explain to the doctor how I had managed, given my injuries, to stand up and walk out of the restroom under my own strength.” Lydia Cacho later will learn a Mexican Governor who two years later would be in US prison for ties to organized crime, had objected to her work and had ordered the rape.

For most women, – this, – understandably, – would be the end of the story. But for Lydia Cacho, it is just the beginning.


Once her arm was out of the sling, once her broken bones and ribs had healed, Lydia Cacho focused on opening a high-security women’s shelter for battered and trafficked women. After the right building was found and the work needed to open it underway, Lydia Cacho’s feminist partners in the project pulled out. They feared for their lives, they said, once they realized that, because this was Cancun, many of the women who had been asking for help were running from powerful dangerous men. Lydia Cacho’s mother told her not to give up, that the right women will come to help her make this happen. Lydia Cacho did not give up, and the right women did come.

The shelter was based on the battered women’s shelters feminists of the Second Wave had opened in the US, – but specially-enhanced for the corruption and lawlessness of Mexico. This was a super high-security refuge where women could stay three to six months. “(W)e had digital video cameras installed to record the perimeter of the center 24-hours-a-day, in order to capture evidence of any attacks or threats, as well as recording the faces of the aggressors themselves,” Lydia Cacho said. The surveillance video was sent off-site in case men set the building on fire or detonated a bomb. Lydia Cacho: “Following the first occasion on which death threats were received at the shelter (from an arms dealer with ties to government officials), we purchased a specialized telephone device to record such threats…” The shelter offered women free personal security, free legal help, and free counseling, with a focus on overcoming PTSD.

Lydia Cacho also began quietly investigating the men these women were running from, the men her former feminist partners had feared – mafiosos, drug lords, politicians, cops. Lydia Cacho’s man-investigations became part of the shelter’s strategy to stay one step ahead of the perps. “(W)e investigated every story of violence that the women we were protecting brought to us,” Lydia Cacho said. “Our team was now juggling 70 cases a month involving women whose lives were in danger, most of them due to human trafficking, forced prostitution and domestic violence.” Eventually the shelter would come to serve 30,000 women a year. Lydia Cacho took no salary as Director, man-investigator, and general shelter-worker.

Running a women’s shelter in Mexico is dangerous. There were only three other women’s shelters in Mexico at this time, – all under siege. Lydia Cacho: “We knew what was being done in Torreon, in Aguascalientes, and in Mexico City, places where shelters for victims of abuse had been opened but were struggling because armed husbands or pimps would simply show up at the shelters and threaten the teams’ lives. (These shelters) were essentially defenseless – abandoned by the state, mistrustful of corrupt local police, and threatened by a variety of aggressors.” For support, Lydia Cacho and the other first shelter founders joined to form a national shelter network.

Yet despite Lydia Cacho’s careful planning, shelter fortification, and shelter networking, her shelter came under attack. Lydia Cacho: “One morning a powerful local drug dealer who raped his children and battered his wife came to the crisis center. He had a shotgun and was accompanied by two other gunmen armed as if they were going to war. (He) yelled at us from the outside, ‘Bring my wife or bring Lydia Cacho. I will kill you both for defying me.’” The local police responded to the shelter’s urgent call for help, took one look at the military-style weapons these men had – and left. Lydia Cacho called their commander, who advised her to give the man his wife back. The man shot and hit the crisis center. Lydia Cacho got hold of Mexico’s Anti-Drug Czar, whose drug agents, just by showing up, sent the men packing. There was no investigation or arrests. This is Mexico, after all, where, according to Lydia Cacho, 9 out of 10 crimes aren’t investigated.

After this first attack on the shelter (more would follow), Lydia Cacho brought in judo instructors to teach staff how to knock a gun out of a man’s hand. Other measures were also taken: “A friend of mine who used to belong to a SWAT team reviewed our protocols and instructed me for two hours every night for four months, until I knew how to handle everything from kidnappings to death threats, from a group crisis, to how to attend to gunshot wounds,” Lydia Cacho said. “Everyone on the team knew the rules: We were to always travel in pairs, and we all had satellite radios that back then were only used by criminals or specialized police forces.” They also had the shelter doors armored, and the windows replaced with bullet-proof glass.


In late 2003, a 19-year-old from Cancun, “Emma,” made headlines by accusing Cancun businessman Succar Kuri of operating a child rape and child porn ring. Emma told authorities she had been victimized by Succar Kuri since age 13, her cousin since age 9, and her sister since age 8. As the city of Cancun is in the Mexican state of Quintana Roo, the Quintana Roo Attorney General’s Office called a news conference. At the news conference, they distributed the girls’ photos, the girls’ mothers’ names, and the girls’ mothers’ cell phone numbers. News reports blamed the girls for ‘sexually provoking’ the businessman, and especially blamed the victims’ mothers. Newspapers published pictures of the girls’ homes. Lydia Cacho: “By also showing photographs of the exteriors of the victims’ homes, neighbors would be sure to figure out who the mothers of all the victims were, and to judge them for having – allegedly – handed their daughters over to a pedophile.” The girls were hounded out of their schools and into mental breakdowns.

As Lydia Cacho condemned this misogyny in print and on television, as she explained how these girl victims were now being re-victimized, Succar Kuri’s wife called the Cancun teenager – twice. Succar Kuri’s wife, – who as a child was herself a victim of Succar Kuri, who would later be seen on videos Succar Kuri made preparing small girls for her husband to rape, and who would later be found to have acted as a relay in the international child porn network, forwarding the pictures and videos to Las Vegas, – ordered the teenager to retract her statement. If Emma did not retract her statement, Succar Kuri’s wife said, videos of Succar Kuri ‘having sex with’ Emma would be made public. Both calls to Emma were recorded by a children’s advocacy attorney, a woman working pro-bono with the teenager. Succar Kuri’s wife also called Emma’s mother, – ordering her to make her daughter retract, or else mother and daughter would die.


On October 29, 2003, Succar Kuri fled Mexico – after being tipped-off by people inside the Quintana Roo Attorney General’s Office that Mexican authorities were working with Interpol, and planned to arrest him the following day. It’s unclear if Quintana Roo’s Governor ordered his Attorney General’s Office to tip Succar Kuri off, as each publicly blamed the other for facilitating the ringleader’s escape. Succar Kuri’s escape-flight to the United States was arranged by Kamel Nacif, a prominent member of the Pedo Elite and Succar Kuri’s main protector.

Succar Kuri and Kamel Nacif are both Lebanese-born international businessmen. Having met in “international business circles,” Kamel Nacif helped Succar Kuri establish himself in Mexico. Both men operated out of Mexico.

Succar Kuri owns hotels and property in resort meccas across Mexico. (Little girls from around the world are less likely to arouse suspicion in affluent tropical tourist destinations). Succar Kuri owns at least 59 luxury villas and units in Cancun alone. He also owns retail businesses at the Mexico City Airport (where employees said he held in-trafficked girls’ identification and travel documents, as well as out-trafficked girls themselves, before he put them on planes). He also owns retail businesses in eight Mexican tourist destinations, including restaurants, clothes shops and jewelry stores (through which he laundered money made off the girls, with laundering connections to organized crime). Succar Kuri owns three homes in Southern California and a home in Arizona. Succar Kuri is a multi-millionaire.

Kamel Nacif, a sweatshop magnate, is also a multi-millionaire. He is known as “The Blue Jean King” for owning an empire of clothing maquiladoras in the Mexican State of Puebla. (His factories are also known for having turned Puebla’s waters denim-blue). His jeans are sold world-wide as familiar brands in familiar stores – Levi’s, Tommy Hilfinger, Abercrombie & Fitch, etc., sold at the Gap, the Limited, Walmart, etc. Kamel Nacif also owns sweatshops in China, Korea, Thailand, New York and Los Angeles. Under the Obama administration, Kamel Nacif was denied entry to the US due to his links to organized crime, specifically, mob figures in Nevada, drug running, arms running, and money-laundering. Kamel Nacif was denied entry despite the fact that his umbrella company, Tarrant Apparel Group, is headquartered in Los Angeles. Some of Kamel Nacif’s sweatshops also produce Disney-sponsored children’s toys.


Three days after Emma and her mother received death threats from Succar Kuri’s wife, Emma filed a second report with local authorities. Emma told authorities Succar Kuri offered her and other girls up for rape to his ultra-wealthy businessmen and politician friends, that he traded girls across borders with other ultra-wealthy businessmen, that some of these girls were never seen again, and that he was fully protected by the many Mexican politicians who participated in these rapes, – rendering him untouchable. Male members of the Cancun press, long enjoying free-time in the local brothels courtesy of local brothel-owners, who were themselves recipients of cartel-trafficked females, continued to blame the girl victims and their mothers. Lydia Cacho overheard her male colleagues wonder out loud if a 12-year-old girl could enjoy sex, and laugh that “old Succar likes young meat.”

The next day, a second girl came forward, stating she had been raped by Succar Kuri since age 6. A third girl also came forward, saying she met Succar Kuri when she was in kindergarten, and that he started abusing her at age 5. A fourth girl, a fifth girl, and a sixth girl also offered similar testimonies. After making their reports, authorities forcibly took these girls from their mothers, and placed them in child protective services.

The girls, all of whom came from poor families, told Mexican authorities that it was in a posh section of Cancun, in Succar Kuri’s Villa #1 at Solymar Villas, that they were raped, photographed and videotaped. According to statements the girls made, they were brought to the oceanfront villa by other children, who told stories of money, extravagant gifts and the chance to slide down a big slide into Succar Kuri’s pool.

Three doors down from Villa #1, according to journalist S. Lynn Walker of Copley News: “Succar Kuri’s American neighbors were struck by the constant flow of young girls to his Cancun retreat. Tom and Jean Vickers, a retired couple from New Jersey, had bought a two-story villa at Solymar in 2000. When the Vickers arrived to spend their winters in the Caribbean, they often saw Succar Kuri and the girls splashing around in his pool. ‘We noticed it from Day One,’ said Jean Vickers, 73. ‘He had them in the swimming pool. We constantly saw young girls, children.’”

Succar Kuri’s other US neighbors called Cancun Police to ask if the pedophilia Succar Kuri practiced with female children was legal in Mexico. Other neighbors, EJ and RC, reported to local police that after Emma had made her statements to authorities, Succar Kuri’s “people” came and removed boxes from his residence. Cancun Police, these neighbors said, ignored their concerns.

A subsequent search warrant executed by federal agents at Succar Kuri’s residence uncovered an envelope with hundreds of pornographic photographs of girl-children from Mexico and around the world. Based on this one apparently overlooked envelope of photographs, Lydia Cacho estimates that at least 200 girl-children from around the world were sexually assaulted by Succar Kuri. Lydia Cacho: “Among the scores of pornographic photos recovered by the federal agents, there is one showing a small girl barely four years of age, with blond hair styled in a Prince Valiant cut, bound at the wrists and naked, and before her is the nude body of an older man with a large paunch, his erect penis positioned directly in front of the child’s frightened face… According to federal authorities, 20 compromising videos filmed by Succar Kuri himself were recovered in the search but later disappeared. A year later, Cancun Police agents were discovered putting them up for sale at US$40,000 a pop.”

Succar Kuri trafficked children across international borders. He ran girl-trafficking operations in the Mexican states of Quintana Roo, Baja California, Vera Cruz, Chiapas and Puebla, as well as Mexico City, the nation’s capital. He also may have been linked, directly or indirectly, to girl-trafficking operations in Juarez, where scores of girls and young women disappeared or were found sexually tortured and killed.


On the evening of November 4, 2003, Lydia Cacho was locking the shelter up for the night when she got a crisis call. A distraught woman begged her to please come now. “There’s a girl here,” the woman implored. “ – She needs your help.” Under the dark sky of hurricane season, in a block of identical government apartments, Lydia Cacho found the open apartment, ducked inside, and immediately realized this girl was Emma, – the Cancun teenager now in hiding. Lydia Cacho: “(Emma) collapsed in tears and told me she had reached her wit’s end, pleading with me to please help her.” She cried and shook uncontrollably. Lydia Cacho gently guided Emma to the couch and they sat down. The television hanging on the wall opposite them blared. Lydia Cacho reached to turn the TV off . ‘No!’ Emma yelled. ‘You have to leave it on!’

The evening news was about to broadcast an undercover recording Emma had made, an “interview” with the Pedo Elite Kingpin himself – two days before he fled Mexico. Emma had been wired by the children’s advocacy attorney, and sent out to lunch with Succar Kuri. While Emma’s wire recorded Succar Kuri talking casually about his crimes, the attorney was secretly filming the teenager and the pedophile with a high-zoom lens from across the street.

‘You’re a journalist!’ Emma shouted. ‘Please make it stop! Call the TV and tell them not to show the video!’ Panicking, Emma pushed the phone into Lydia Cacho’s hand. ‘Make it stop, make it stop!’ Emma wailed. Lydia Cacho truthfully said she probably couldn’t stop the news. ‘They’re going to kill me, they’re going to kill me!’ Emma shrieked. ‘They’re going to kill my mom, and my little sister, and me, and my cousins, because we did it, we reported them!’

Lydia Cacho called the TV station and was told the tape would roll any second. And there it was, on Mexican television – Succar Kuri boasting to Emma about raping four-year-old girls: “But I’m telling you that’s all allowed!” Succar Kuri openly declares in a leafy tropical restaurant as Emma twirls the straw in her drink nervously. “Because that’s the risk you take when you go to some lonely old fuck’s house, it’s all part of the risk… All that’s allowed. For instance, I say to Lesley, ‘Bring me a girl who’s four,’ and if she says, ‘She’s already been fucked,’ and I see if she’s been fucked already, then I see if I’m gonna stick my dick in her or not. You know this is my weakness, it’s my kink, and I know it’s a crime and it’s not allowed, but it’s so much easier this way because a tiny little girl like that doesn’t stand a chance because you can convince her really really easily, and then you fuck her. I’ve been doing it my whole life… They all bleed with me, my wife bled, a bunch of different housemaids I’ve fucked bled. Plus they don’t bleed because they’re virgins, they bleed because they’re really small.”

Emma’s phone rang. ‘You bitch!’ one of Succar Kuri’s five sons spat on the phone. ‘I’m watching the news, Emma, I saw what you did…and either you drop this whole thing or you’re dead.’ He hung up, and Emma started hyperventilating. She slumped against Lydia Cacho as if already dead. Lydia Cacho asked Emma why these men wanted to kill her. Emma said Succar Kuri had direct access to governors, to congressmen, even to the president of Mexico. ‘You don’t know who these people are!’ Emma screamed.


The next day Emma was admitted into Lydia Cacho’s shelter. Lydia Cacho also won the release of the child victims who had come forward and been forcibly removed from their mothers. These girls and their mothers were admitted into Lydia Cacho’s shelter, and, happily reunited, found safe harbor there. More and more girls came forward. Many took refuge at the shelter. All received protection and trauma care.

The girls told Lydia Cacho that Succar Kuri constantly made them watch pornography. One girl told Lydia Cacho that when she was eight years old, ‘Uncle Johnny,’ before raping her, said all fathers did this to their children, but she didn’t have a father, so she didn’t know. After the assault, Succar Kuri held up a knife and told her he would cut her into pieces. He also told her if she told her mother, he would kill her mother. Since the assault, the girl wore four pair of underpants every day. ‘He is the devil,’ the girl told Lydia Cacho.

All of the girls and their families were required by authorities to undergo regular psychological evaluations. In Mexico, anyone reporting that they were the victim of a crime is subjected to psychological evaluations and medical tests, a “pre-condition” to determine whether or not “an investigation” should be opened.


On November 12, 2003, Mexico’s Attorney General held a press conference to announce Interpol had issued a warrant for the arrest of Succar Kuri for international money-laundering. Lydia Cacho contacted Interpol, then boarded a plane with Emma to Mexico City to meet with Interpol agents. Emma met with the agents privately, and told them everything she knew about Succar Kuri’s child rape and child porn network.

After four months at the shelter, Emma had stabilized. Lydia Cacho found Emma a job in news production in Mexico City, while Emma found herself an apartment there. Lydia Cacho also extended Emma’s protective services: “Whenever she moved around the city, she did so by car, with a chauffeur, to shield her from Succar Kuri’s threats.” Lydia Cacho, with funds she’d raised, financed Emma’s continued education.

On November 22, 2003, Succar Kuri called Lydia Cacho. He was going to kill her, he said, for meddling in his life. Two days later, on November 24, 2003, the US Marshall Service notified Mexican authorities that they had located Succar Kuri. The US Marshall Service asked Mexico to send the paperwork they needed to arrest Succar Kuri on the Interpol warrant. Mexico waited 2½ months before sending the US the paperwork they needed to make the arrest. After the Mexican government finally coughed up the authorizing documents, on February 4, 2004, the US Marshall Service arrested Succar Kuri in Chandler, Arizona. He was held in an Arizona prison, awaiting transfer to Los Angeles, from where he would then be extradited to Mexico. This extradition process, however, was interrupted by US Magistrate David K. Duncan who expressed ‘mistrust of Mexican authorities’ in the Succar Kuri case. The US Magistrate decided to hold Succar Kuri in US prison, delaying his extradition to Mexico until he felt Mexican authorities wouldn’t just release Succar Kuri.

On February 24, 2004, Lydia Cacho’s mother died. Paulette Ribeiro Monteiro, after three years of suffering, died in Lydia Cacho’s arms. Lydia Cacho: “Before she died, my mother made me promise that I would never open the door to spite or anger, that no matter how much suffering I faced, I would remember that my task…is to build.” Paulette Ribeiro Monteiro told her daughter that instead of spite or anger, which would only blind her and colonize her spirit, she must use hope and dignity to defeat the fear which men will inevitably try to create in her in their attempt to control her. Lydia laid her mother to rest.

In July 2004, Succar Kuri’s cellmate told Arizona prison authorities that Succar Kuri had hired two inmates to kill Lydia Cacho, Emma, and the children’s advocacy attorney who had recorded him boasting about raping four-year-old girls. The children’s advocacy attorney withdrew from Emma’s case.


At the end of 2004, a male journalist questioned Lydia Cacho about Succar Kuri’s child rape and child porn network. Random House had asked him to write a book about it. Lydia Cacho suggested they collaborate. “We met to go over the information I had: an index of the investigation that included hard data on money-laundering, international sex-trafficking, child pornography rings, several powerful politicians involved, and a couple of assassinated girls,” Lydia Cacho recounted. “Once he saw the details, (and) read aloud the names of the powerful men involved, (he) told me he was no longer interested in participating, that I would have to write (the book) on my own. It was too dangerous, he said, not worth the risk.”

Sample Pedo Elite Protector: Emilio Gamboa Patron, Parlimentary Coordinator in the Chamber of Deputies

Lydia Cacho wrote The Demons of Eden: The Powers Protecting Child Pornography in just a few short weeks. In her book, Lydia Cacho names billionaire Kamel Nacif as Succar Kuri’s main protector. She also names the politicians, government officials, and police who raped the girl-children. Included, for example, are state senators, congressional representatives, members of the Mexican prosecutor’s office, and the Federal Police Bureau Undersecretary. Succar Kuri, Lydia Cacho reported, headed an international sex-trafficking network of children, through which he made and sold child porn, the money from which he laundered, as evidenced by scores of unusual banking transactions through his company, Kanan Banana, of which $US20 million in suspicious transactions were subsequently frozen by authorities.


Pedo Elite: The Federal Police Bureau Undersecretary

As Lydia Cacho was finalizing her manuscript, a man walked into her Cancun news office with a suitcase stuffed with cash. “He said I could have $1 million if I would drop the book,” Lydia Cacho said. “The message and the money were from a corrupt Mexican senator.” Lydia Cacho told the man and his suitcase to go away. A few days before the book was to be launched, Lydia Cacho’s editors at Random House were summoned to the office of the newly-appointed Federal Police Bureau Undersecretary, a former Senator – who was named in the book because the children reported he raped them. The Federal Police Bureau Undersecretary told the editors to drop the book. After Lydia Cacho’s editors politely refused, the Federal Police Bureau Undersecretary told them he would kill them. [Making death threats is not illegal in Mexico. – Not even while pointing a gun. – Neither is hiring a hitman to kill someone. – Hiring a hitman to kill someone is legal in Mexico. (Death threats are also much more likely to result in death in Mexico, especially for Mexican journalists; Mexico has one of the highest rates of murdered journalists in the world)].

“By the time the book was ready,” Lydia Cacho recounted, “I had already survived several death threats, an assassination attempt, and a couple of car chases with gunmen trying to scare me to stop my investigations. And deep inside me, no matter the risk, I knew it was something I had to do.” As she would tell the newspaper El Tecolote, “I did this quite consciously knowing that I could be killed for this, – but there was no other way.” Lydia Cacho needed protection though, and asked Mexico’s Anti-Drug Czar if he could provide her with protection for her book launch. The shelter had developed a good relationship with him and his drug agents, who helped stop the first shelter attack. They also helped stop the second shelter attack, – in which hitmen clutching grenades surrounded the shelter and ordered Lydia Cacho to come out or they would rain down grenades on her safe-house, – not to mention the countless rescues of battered and trafficked women from armed men in homes and businesses, where Lydia Cacho and shelter staff, backed by a few of the Drug Czar’s agents, disarmed men and spirited their wives and girlfriends to safety.

Mexico’s Anti-Drug Czar tried to dissuade Lydia Cacho from going ahead with her book: ‘Your book has evidence that can make an important part of the federal government crumble,’ he warned. ‘This is an international human trafficking network, Ms. Cacho.’ She told him she had made a promise to the children, and would not back down. Mexico’s Anti-Drug Czar assigned four special agents as Lydia Cacho’s bodyguards. He also loaned her an armored vehicle. And he deployed an additional fifteen heavily-armed special agents for the book launch itself. On May 19, 2005, the book launch went forward as planned. Lydia Cacho: “I looked at my editors and they could not believe their eyes. For the first time in their life, they had to present a book while surrounded by special agents to protect them from the Federal Police… Half of the mafiosos I had investigated were sitting there at the book launch; amongst 200 people, they quietly took notes and had a man taking pictures.” Thereafter, the Drug Czar assigned three special agents to guard Lydia Cacho. The Drug Czar told her he would now be obliged to provide her bodyguards for life.



The publication of Lydia Cacho’s book encouraged more and more girls and young women to come forward. Meanwhile, Succar Kuri’s “people” were hanging around schoolyards looking for Succar Kuri’s victims, especially the youngest girls. They also went to the girls’ homes to find the girls’ mothers. They offered between $US10,000 – $US20,000 to any girl or her mother who would sign a retraction. Two mothers immediately accepted the money. Given the structural injustice of Mexico, they reasoned that once Succar Kuri was extradited, he was sure to be released. – Meaning, – they were sure to die.

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Lydia Cacho working with girls and their families.


Emma called Lydia Cacho later that month, in May 2005, to say Succar Kuri had found her. From his Arizona prison, Succar Kuri had called Emma’s male relative. Emma’s male relative told Succar Kuri where Emma was. The male relative also called Emma to tell her she should heed Succar Kuri. Lydia Cacho: “Emma was now defending her rapist, alleging that things hadn’t really been so bad. I knew how difficult it is for victims of this sort of crime to break the paradoxical bonds linking them to their aggressors,…after all there’s a reason this type of abuser likes to get his claws into these girls…when they’re still young, during their formative pre-teen years…to link abuse and sex, love and fear, power and submission in their victim’s psyches, sometimes for the rest of their lives… (B)ut this was too much. The girls were finally free from Succar Kuri now, thanks in part to the pressure of various human rights organizations; he had been arrested on an Interpol warrant… Nevertheless, Emma insisted that I simply didn’t understand just how powerful Succar Kuri’s friends were. (She said:) ‘They’re going to kill us, Lydia. It’s better we negotiate.’”

By late summer, Emma disappeared. Lydia Cacho: “She canceled her cell phone account, she didn’t say good-bye to a single person, and she never returned to school. We searched (Mexico City) worriedly for her, but no one had any knowledge of her whereabouts.” A Salvadoran girl who had been pulled into the child rape ring by Succar Kuri also disappeared around this time. Lydia Cacho later learned that Kamel Nacif had paid Succar Kuri US$2,000 to rape this girl. One of Succar Kuri’s lawyers, who would step down from Succar Kuri’s case after watching one of the child porn videos, later told Lydia Cacho that Succar Kuri told him he killed the Salvadoran girl.


Ten months later, in May 2005, Emma sent Lydia Cacho an email. She was in Los Angeles, she said, with Succar Kuri’s lawyers, who had brought her there. Emma was afraid Succar Kuri was about to be extradited to Mexico, and would then be released. She was sure they would all be killed. Emma also apologized to Lydia Cacho for something that was about to happen, – without explaining what that was.

Ten days later, on a morning newscast, Emma appeared on TV. Lydia Cacho: “Emma appeared wearing a small crystal bead in the center of her forehead, Hindu-style, her hair permed and bleached a shade of blond identical to that of Succar Kuri’s wife. On national television, she recited a prepared speech, defending Succar Kuri and alleging that my book was full of lies.”

Recanting her charges against Succar Kuri and calling Lydia Cacho a liar on national television – Lydia Cacho wrongly believed it must be these devastating betrayals, – these hopelessly-trauma-bonded-female betrayals – that Emma, – in her email, – had apologized for in advance.

The shelter attorney holds a tabloid with Emma on the cover

Following Emma’s national television appearance, the other girl victims and their families at the shelter fell into despair. As did shelter staff. Lydia Cacho: “There we were, Succar Kuri’s threats still hanging over us, every one of us operating under a great deal of emotional strain resulting from the constant expenditure of effort required to listen to the abhorrent stories told to us by the girls Emma had brought in to us. And now this same young woman who had been given more opportunities than any of the other victims was siding with Succar Kuri.”

In September and October of 2005, Lydia Cacho got sick. For two weeks, she was hospitalized in critical condition due to acute renal complications. She only had one remaining kidney – and it was failing. While in the hospital, she picked up infectious pneumonia and bronchitis, – which extended her stay in the critical care unit for several more days. Once released, Lydia Cacho spent weeks at home recuperating.

Semen: Men’s Chemical War Against Women. Appendix: Compounds in Human Semen Which Alter Female Psychology, Behavior, and Physiology.

No-Skip Intro here. Part I here. Part II here. Part III here. Part IV here. Part V here.


Table Source: R.L. Burch and G.G.Gallup,

“The Psychobiology of Sperm,” Cambridge University Press.


Cholesterol 6148 Valsa et al. (1992) Steroid hormone precursor.
Cortisol 63 700 Brotherton (1990a) Increase approach behaviors, parental care, affection.
Cortisol 20 000 Abbaticchio et al. (1981)
Transcortin 12 000 000 Brotherton (1990a) Stress response, accentuate dopamine effects, increases oxytocin, corticotropin-releasing hormone, and opioids.
Testosterone 500 Hampl et al. (2000) Sexual drive.
Testosterone 559 Asch et al. (1984)
Dihydrotestosterone 695 Asch et al. (1984)
5a-Dihydrotestosterone 300 Hampl et al. (2000)
Androstenedione 2018 Kwan et al. (1992) Precursor to other steroids, immunological properties.
5a-Androst-16-en-3a-ol 600 Kwan et al. (1992) Precursor to other steroids, immunological properties.
5a-Androst-16-en-3-ol 600 Kwan et al. (1992) Precursor to other steroids, immunological properties.
5,16-Androstadien-3-ol 600 Kwan et al. (1992) Precursor to other steroids, immunological properties.
5a-Androst-16-en-3-one 800 Kwan et al. (1992) Precursor to other steroids, immunological properties.
4,16-Androstadien-3-one 800 Kwan et al. (1992) Precursor to other steroids, immunological properties.
7a-Dihydroxy-5-androsten-17-one 1808.18 Hampl et al. (2000) Precursor to other steroids, immunological properties.
7-Dihydroxy-5-androsten-17-one 1694.97 Hampl et al. (2000) Precursor to other steroids, immunological properties.
Estrone 157 Ney (1986) Trigger ovulation, elevate mood, vaginal lubrication,absorption of hormones, pheromone production.
Estradiol 70.2 Ney (1986)
Estradiol 46.9–91.3 Luboshitzky et al. (2002)
Follicle-stimulating hormone 8 500 000 Ney (1986) Steroidogenesis, egg development, ovulation.
Luteinizing hormone 220 000 000 Ney (1986) Steroidogenesis, egg development, ovulation, sex drive.
Luteinizing-releasing hormone 31–71 Chan & Tang (1983) Induces luteinizing hormone release.
Prolactin 86 000 Ney (1986) Antidepressant, facilitates pregnancy, maternal behavior, appetite, oxytocin secretion, and ACTH secretion.
Prolactin 7500 Aiman et al. (1988)
19-Hydroxyprostaglandin E Kelly (1995) Immunosuppressant.
Prostaglandin E1 Ney (1986), Kelly (1995) Uterine contractions, ovulation.
Prostaglandin E2 Ney (1986), Kelly (1995) Uterine contractions, ovulation.
Prostaglandin F2 Ney (1986) Uterine contractions, ovulation.
Oxytocin 1.72 Goverde et al. (1998) Increases testosterone, prostaglandins, involved in orgasm, affiliation and bonding, elevates mood.
Vasopressin 1.84 Brotherton (1990c) Arousal, attention, vigilance, sympathetic function.
Thyrotropin-releasing hormone 12 200 Pekary et al. (1983) Antidepressant.
Melatonin 9.7–45.4 Luboshitzky (2002) Increases steroid effects, affects reproduction, induces sleep.
Relaxin 1240–73 000 Loumaye et al. (1980) Sperm motility, fertilization, implantation, uterine growth and accommodation.
Human chorionic gonadotropin 232.067–2510 de Medeiros (1992) Pregnancy maintenance.
Human placental lactogen Seppal a et al. (1985) Pregnancy maintenance.
Pregnancy-specific 1-glycoprotein Seppala et al. (1985) Pregnancy maintenance.
Placental protein 5 Seppala et al. (1985) Pregnancy maintenance.
Placental protein 12 Seppala et al. (1985) Pregnancy maintenance.
Placental protein 14 Seppala et al. (1985) Pregnancy maintenance.
Pregnancy-associated plasma protein Seppala et al. (1985) Pregnancy maintenance.
Serotonin Garcia-Hjarles (1990) Antidepressant.
Tyrosine van Overveld (2000) Precursor to dopamine, norepinephrine, epinephrine.
DOPA 40 230 Fait et al. (2001) Precursor to dopamine.
Norepinephrine 151 810 Fait et al. (2001) Attention, cognition, concentration.
B-Endorphin 154.7 Zalata et al. (1995) Immunosuppressant, opioid.
B-Endorphin 308 Davidson et al. (1989)
B-Endorphin 192 Singer et al. (1989)
Calcitonin 331 Davidson et al. (1989)
Calcitonin 754 Singer et al. (1989)
Enkephalin Sastry et al. (1991) Prevents acrosome activation, opioid, orgasm.
Substance P Sastry et al. (1991)
Cytokine interleukin 1a 26.1 Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Cytokine interleukin Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Cytokine interleukin 4 Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Cytokine interleukin 6 Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Cytokine interleukin 8 Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Tumor necrosis factor- a. Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant
Interferon-y Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Granulocyte colony-stimulating factor Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Macrophage colony-stimulating factor Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Granulocyte elastase Maegawa et al. (2002) Immunosuppressant.
Carnitine Ruiz-Pesini et al. (2001)
Carnitine 256.92 Menchini-Fabris et al. (1984)


Additional Human Seminal Chemicals

which Manipulate Human Females:

Multiple sources. (See References)

Cells: PMN Leucocytes, Monocytes, Macrophages, Prostasomes.

Peptides: 5-nucleotidase, Tripeptide amides, Calcitonin, Glutathione,

Carnitine, Fibronectin, Bradykinin, Prostate specific antigen (PSA),

IL-8 H,  IL-12 H, sIL-2R, sIL-6R, TNF-alpha,

Transforming growth factor (TGF), Semenogelins, Phospholipases,

Angiotensin, Endothelin, LL-37, PAPP-A H, Transglutaminase,

Proteases, Immunoglobulins, Transferrin, Lactoferrin,

α2-macroglobulin, β2-microglobulin, Fc-receptor-binding protein,

ACTH H, Acid phosphatase, Prostate steroid binding protein (PSBP),

Albumin, Gastricsin, Leptin, Vitronectin, Lysozyme

Amino acids: Taurine, Polyamines Putrescine, Spermidine, Spermine

Catecholamines: Adrenaline, Noradrenaline, DOPAC, Eicosanoids

Alkaloids: Endogenous opiates

Steroids: Dihydroepiandrosterone

Sugars: Fructose

Salts: Bicarbonate, Ascorbate, Urate

Metals: Zinc

Note: This is by no means a comprehensive inventory.

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Semen: Men’s Chemical War Against Women. Part V: Maleness in Context: cross-species sperm-transfer tactics reveals what maleness is.

all original writing copyrighted, 2016, by Trust Your Perceptions

No-Skip Intro here. Part I here. Part II here. Part III here. Part IV here. Appendix & References here.


Seminal chemical warfare has evolved not just in human males, but in males across species. Component compounds in semen may vary species to species, yet across species, biologically, the goal of the male is the same: to make the female recreate him. And to do this, to get their sperm, their very own blueprint plans, into females, males across species have evolved not just seminal chemical warfare, but an endless number of war strategies – including specialized morphologies, specialized chemicals and specialized behaviors.


Specialized morphologies. – Males of many species have evolved specialized appendages to seize and hold down females. This seemingly infinite diversity of “organs of prehension in males” was noted by Darwin. (Dude can call them “organs of prehension,” – but what they are are rape-arms).

In water striders (Rheumatobates), male graspers evolved to overcome intense female resistance, dramatic somersaulting by fighting females, by transforming all six legs and even the antennae into grasping appendages. In scorpion flies, when the males’ rape-arms were disabled by researchers, females fought males off. The “disabled” male scorpion flies soon brought females “food gifts.” These “gifts” threw females off-guard, enabling males to rape females even more easily. Other well-developed rape-arms are found in male crustaceans like crayfish. Males also inseminate females against their will by holding them down with specialized hands. Male frogs, for example, have evolved rape-hands, “rough patches of skin on the thumbs, digits, inner arms and/or chest,” called “nuptial pads” by male biologists, – and evolved by males to seize females.

Besides specialized rape-arms and rape-hands, males also use their teeth in service of rape, either delivering chemicals which subdue females with their bite, or else as coercive weapons. Certain male salamanders (Desmognath wrighti) preemptively quash female fight-back by sinking their teeth into the female, teeth which inject chemicals which stupefy. Female blue sharks face serious threats of blood loss and infection from being viciously ripped open by the weapon-teeth of males. (Some biologists believe male sharks invented copulation 400 million years ago. To see footage of sharks is to know this is not just fucking; this is life-threatening rape, – suggesting, possibly, rape as the origin of copulation). Due to the life-threatening danger males pose, female blue sharks avoid males.

Avoiding males to avoid being assaulted is common across species. Female stingrays bury themselves under the sand. Female diving beetles (Dytiscidae), to avoid males/rape, continuously dive under water. Male diving beetles, overruling this female self-defense, evolved adhesive structures on their tarsae to better grasp females under water. Females of some diving beetle species then improved their self-defenses with altered dorsal surfaces which are harder to grasp, though these probably won’t prevail, as morphologies evolved by rapists are much more likely to be reproduced.

Besides specialized rape-arms, hands, and teeth, males of many species also slam females down with their much greater body weight, which can also be considered a morphologically-evolved weapon in service of rape. Male elephant seals use their massive body weight, their teeth, and an assortment of other tactics to rape females. Female elephant seals have super-thick necks, many times thicker than the much larger males, as only females with thick necks survived males’ violent biting during rape, and only survivors pass attributes to daughters. Female elephant seals commonly die from the brutality of these rapes, most often from the male crushing the female’s skull or spine with his jaws, from the male delivering a blow to the female’s head, or from the male crushing the female’s ribs and/or organs, leading to massive internal bleeding. If that wasn’t bad enough, while females hang together for protection (male biologists call these “harems,” – but they would), beta-males loiter peripherally, trying to sneak into female space or else attacking females who leave. Females strongly resist these attacks, which become quite violent, also sometimes resulting in female death. This occurs in both Northern and Southern elephant seals. In Southern elephant seals, however, beta-males actually form into militarized rape posses which either storm and occupy the females’ space which they then turn into a rape encampment, or else abduct individual females. Females also commonly die from these militarized rape raids, as do their pups, trampled by invading males.

Male genitals are themselves specialized morphologies. Sperm-dispensing organs are probably in fact the most rapidly-evolving male morphology, especially in species where females hold eggs internally. Clasping structures on male genitals have been evolved by rapists of different species, and are rather common. Other males have evolved barbs and spines on their penis, including male chimps, lions and tomcats. The barbs and spines on the male cowpea weevil penis seen here damages the female internally, slicing and scarring her genital tract so that she reproduces only that ugly prick, his ugly prick, and no other.

Barbed penis of the cowpea weevil

Males of many species have evolved their genitals into weapons against females. The male Argentine lake duck uses his long penis to “lasso” then assault females. Males with the longest penises were “best” at roping/raping females. Consequently, the male Argentine lake duck has evolved the longest penis of any bird in the world. We can see here how males use a specialized morphology – here it’s genitals, but whatever morphology males have evolved – as a weapon to rape females, use females to reproduce that weapon to rape females, then further “improve” that weaponry through continued rape/continued use of females to reproduce males.

That males have evolved specialized morphologies to rape females, – and that these specialized morphologies widely-exist among males of different species – means three things: 1). Males across species commonly rape. 2). Specialized morphologies in males evolved through rape itself. And 3). Females often become mere conduits for the evolution of rapists.


Specialized chemicals. – Besides having evolved specialized morphologies to get their copy orders into females, males have also evolved specialized chemicals, in addition to those in semen, towards this end. These specialized chemicals include toxins which render females unconscious or induce physical paralysis. The male funnel-web spider (Agelenopsis aperta), for example, sprays the female with a toxin, rendering her unconscious before raping her. In scorpions, the male stabs the female multiple times with his venomous stinger, physically paralyzing the female before raping her.

Most chemical hexes males cast to possess females, however, are mediated through semen. While Homo sapiens have their own special blend, males of other species also have theirs. In the greater hooked squid (Onykia ingens), though females are more than five times bigger than males, males have evolved an enzyme in their semen to dissolve female flesh. The male uses his penis to spray the female (this goo-sprayer one of the proportionally-longest in animal dudedom, a specialized morphology for improved aim, as dude doesn’t get up-close-and-personal with this intimidating female). When his ejaculate hits the female’s body, an enzyme in his semen dissolves her tissue, so his sperm can burrow their way through her skin.

Widespread seminal-chemical tactics include chemically-branding females and physically sealing females off to other males. Males of many species chemically-brand females by injecting what male biologists call “anti-aphrodisiacs” to prevent, as they dudeifully explain, “recently-mated females from wanting to remate.” More accurately, these chemicals deter other males from their normal course of behavior – sexually harassing the female unrelentingly, and should correctly be called “back off-bros.” Certain female butterflies are subjected to just one male just once, as back-off-bros have been highly-evolved by males of many butterfly species. (Property law goes back). Males also draw property lines by commonly sealing females off to other males with sperm plugs, which are typically produced through semen. Sperm plugs are used, for example, by 62 primate species, male dragonflies, male kangaroos, male ground squirrels, male rats, and males of many other species to prevent other rapists from messing up dude’s copy order.


Specialized behaviors. – Besides specialized morphologies and specialized chemicals, males across species also deceive females in countless ways, target vulnerable females, and sexually-harass females unrelentingly.

Males of certain species use deceptive alarm calls, so when frightened females run, they’re ambushed. Sexual mimicry, in which males feign femaleness in order to trespass female space and access females, is also a reoccurring tactic of deception used by males cross-species. (Females sometimes employ this tactic in reverse, feigning maleness in order to protect themselves from sexual assault. Examples include damselflies, gravid female lizards, and female fiddler crabs. But this only works in small numbers. When females of a population mimic males in large numbers, males notice, and it is no longer a rape-protection strategy). Some male fish (eg, Corynopoma riisei) have even evolved deceptive lures, a transparent tail with a colored tip, which, when swished, looks like food, baiting the hungry female, who is then attacked. Male bats pick a warm spot to “hibernate,” so that they don’t fully sleep, and can then “inseminate” sleeping female bats. Male bats across all bat species practice this deception. Males of the dance fly (Empis opaca) lure females with willow-seed fluff disguised to look like a food offering. As the female hopelessly tries to feed on the fake food, the “gift-giver” rapes her.

Exploiting vulnerability is a tried and true male-perpetuation tactic. Male fruit flies patrol sites where females are emerging from their pupae, and rape them while their bodies are still soft and transparent, before their wings have unfolded, as these females can’t either fight or take flight. The red-sided garter snake overwinters communally by the thousands in underground dens. During spring emergence, sex-ratios outside the den become male-biased, as females who first emerge get out of Dodge ASAP. Late-emerging single females are assaulted in a writhing ball of hundreds of male snakes, where they are at risk of death by crushing.

Unrelenting sexual harassment by males occurs in most species. An example of this is the solitary bee Anthophora plumipes. As the female forages for nectar, the male chases her, tackles her, and/or knocks her to the ground. Harassment has been recorded at 11 tackles per minute. Rarely are these rape attempts successful, but females respond with male-avoidance, which is also life-avoidance. Females limit their foraging and eat less, – preferring the risk of starvation to the risk of males.

Anthophora plumipes, female

While avoiding males to avoid being assaulted is common across species, this can unfortunately, for females, lead to higher rates of predation (ie, being eaten by other species), and other life-threatening problems arising from withdrawal.

And finally, there are the impalers. – A category which stands alone. Certain male fish, like Malabar rice fish, stalk females like bow hunters, then let loose sperm-filled “arrows” which impale themselves into the female’s side. The male Dana octopus squid gets more up-close, using his beak and claws to pierce holes in the female before inserting his sperm into the fresh cuts. Upping the ante, male bedbugs use their dicks to impale female bedbugs – anywhere, – though usually the abdomen. Semen has to evolve to highly advanced degrees of evil for this shit to even work. Yet “traumatic insemination,” of which bedbugs are just one example, is not rare. Males of different species have evolved it many times.


So we can see: It’s rampant cross-species.

It’s cross-cultural and cross-species…

Meaning the problem is biological.

Males are not a socialization problem.

Male are a biological problem.

The evolutionary trajectory of males is to develop every goddamn hellacious satanic shit imaginable, whatever it takes, irregardless, to rape/fuck/sperm females. Males across species single-mindedly, unceasingly shoot for this, their dial set to Megalomanaical Delusions of Immortality – Me Me Me – Forever. Driven to make more of themselves, males spread the virulence of maleness, and are driven, at the deepest level, to disseminate their particular strain.

The evolutionary trajectory of males, once launched, cannot be unlaunched, because it is self-fueling, self-reinforcing, – as males who aren’t on the cutting-edge of fuckery tend to be discontinued, – while the male vanguard, developing “better” diabolical tactics, pushing dude-depravity to new extremes, are rewarded by winning the prize they’re after: a good shot at being made new.

Males who are “best” at getting their sperm, their blueprint plans, their recreate-me copy orders into females – because of “better” rape-arms, “better” rape-hands, “better” bite chems, “better” weapon teeth, “better” force of weight, “better” surprise attacks, “better” organized rape posses, “better” abduction tactics, “better” clasping/wounding genitals, “better” knocking unconscious/paralysis toxins “better” enzymes for dissolving flesh, “better” chemical-branding, “better” sperm plugs, “better” deceptive alarm calls, “better” sexual mimicry, “better” bio-lures, “better” awake-hibernation, “better” fake-gift giving, “better” exploitation of vulnerability, “better” overwhelming, “better” unrelenting sexual harassment, “better” stalking, arrows and aim, “better” claws to open skin, “better” impaling, which depends on “better” semen – males who are “best” at getting their sperm, their blueprint plans, their recreate-me copy orders into females because they are “best” at any of these or other strategies – are most likely to be reproduced. These males are then copied into the next generation of males, who improve, in good turn, upon evil.

By brandishing every goddamn hellacious satanic shit imaginable, males have completely reversed their inherently weak position – as the genetic dependents of females – to become rulers of genomes. – The worst graspers have seized control of entire genomes, – the worst graspers have seized control of many many many genomes, – with males then steering those genomes towards their own single-minded self-interest of self-perpetuation, – this single-minded self-interest completely at odds with the health and well-being of females and the species at large.

Biologists call this species situation in which males have the ball and are running towards the abyss “runaway sexual selection.” Biologists lie through their teeth when they say “female choice” drives this male-made Armageddon. This is, in fact, a hijacking. Biologists will not state the obvious: The war males wage on females is ultimately males’ war for control of the genome.

Male control of the genome hinges on males bringing female reproductive powers under male control. While Homo sapien males continue to do this in a number of ways, ancestral males and males of other species commonly did this through rape. Males commonly drive their own evolution – and consequently the evolution of their species – through rape. (“Commonly” does not mean this is not a crime. This is a war crime).

Once males have brought females’ reproductive powers under male control, once rapists have commandeered the genome, males’ specialized morphologies, chemicals and behaviors are unavoidably perpetuated when females perpetuate males.

A female who makes a male is making war for females. A female who makes a male becomes the means by which males war against females. A female who makes a male, however unintentionally, is enabling and continuing and even improving males’ war against females. She is “helping” males become “better” and “better” rapists; she is “helping” males become more formidable. – The diving beetle, for example: Even though the female tries to avoid males/rape by diving underwater, the male still dives after her to try to grasp/rape her. Females in turn evolve altered dorsal surfaces, making it harder for males to grasp them underwater. But the males who “overcome” this female morphological defense will do so through “improvements” – having better graspers, being the biggest males, etc. – making them even more hellacious rapists, – which the female will be forced to perpetuate, – inadvertently bringing a new level of hell to other females.

Eventually, once males have reached a certain level of formidability, an ever-present threatening force, once females at large reflexively yield to males, males can continue to drive their own evolution without rape. (This is no doubt why men consider themselves biologically superior, and have forever told us so. Men are saying they won. – Men are saying women have lost the war for control of the genome, a war women may not even realize they were in. Instead of taking mens’ biologically superior claims apart, women fear and avoid biological inquiry. This is no doubt because white men since Aristotle been dealing out erroneous biological accusations against women and all other living beings to explain their ascent to Alpha-patriarchy (not cuz they were cruelest; not even cuz they took male violence on the road, their only novelty being they crossed oceans with it, no, – cuz: biodestiny), with women consequently now doubting the validity of biology, thinking it an anachronism, an offensive anachronism, which dudes are again using to their advantage by now claiming biology isn’t really real after all – women believing this shit – not once, both times).

Males use females to evolve themselves into a more and more formidable evil, – thereby establishing themselves in the genome, – inextricably. Males drive their evolution towards inextricable indestructible immortality, – however delusional that may be… The physically-threatening outcome of males’ experiments in genomics – ie, themselves – dissuades females, as intended, from easily reclaiming control of the genome.

Once rapists have seized control of a genome, females wanting to reclaim their right to manage that genome as Makers of the Species must evolve extremely radical strategies. Alternately, females can regain genome management following a genomic or environmental catastrophe by evolving new strategies to survive. Because females have the ultimate biological power, females across species have done both these things – and in fact, females have done both these things many times. (Trust hopes to write about this in the future). When females decide males have become too costly, or when females face a crisis, females have completely rewritten their species, – sometimes even in a single generation.

Yet in our own species, given the degree to which Homo sapien females have capitulated – (holy shit, we got handmaidens wanna end females’ inherent Species-Admin Rights, we got women killing their babygirls because men want them to, we got alpha-patriarchy males sterilizing women they see as makers of beta-patriarchy rivals, we got females taken lifetime host-hostage because abortion might mean jail time, we got women everywhere forced to birth babies they do not want, we got planet-altering overpopulation cuz women convinced men’s non-stop dick-sticking is something they have to abide, we got females not allowed to remove rapists’ chromosomes from their bodies, we got women surrendering or selling their daughters to men and pimps, we got illiterate 10-year-old girls confined by men who rape them and will make them breed more rapists of 10-year-old-girls because women accept this as “tradition,” we got women putting no hope or resources into daughters and all they’ve got into sons, we got feminists breaking bonds with other feminists because they all oxytocin-high on babyboy, we got females everywhere consistently “selecting for males” who can physically overpower females – if and when the fuck they want) – given this sorry scene, – it seems highly unlikely that prior to extinction, – which might not kill us all, – or even after extinction, – females will reassert control over the genome. – Because for females to reassert control over the genome, they would have to become Feminist Mothers. – Feminist Mothers are not mothers who hand babyboy a doll he will try to stick his dick into or beat his sister with. Feminist Mothers select for, for example, smallest, least aggressive, lowest-testosterone, far fewer or no males (think how much male violence could be averted, think how our world would change, if Feminist Mothers selected males to just be smaller than females). Or else, Feminist Mothers hit the lab to figure out how to use any female cell (another woman’s or even their own) to fertilize an egg (this has already been done in mice and is now being perfected by Dr. Orly Lacham-Kaplan (female), who *wantsta help* sperm-tanking dudes by using any male cell to fertilize an egg, discovering any female cell also could be used). Or else, Feminist Mothers hit the lab to figure out how to merge two eggs (also already done in mice and extremely possible in humans, with biologists hoping to cash in, in fact, by making stem cells this way, “avoiding moral issues,” because life created without sperm isn’t considered life). Or else, Feminist Mothers hit the lab to figure out how to get back to parthenogenesis (harder, but not necessarily impossible, being initially technically similar to merging two eggs in that male-blocked gene Igf2 would have to be unblocked). Feminist Mothers could try any of these options. – If we only had Feminist Mothers. – Here in Homo sapien land.























Trust is also sorry to report that the biological problem of maleness can never be solved by Spinsterism/Radical Feminist Lesbianism/Separatism alone. In fact these are only ass-saving strategies good for one lifespan (hey, nothing wrong with saving your ass). Evolution is about whose offspring inherits some advantage to survive. That offspring must also reproduce, inscribing that advantage into the genetic code. Because this is how Life works, Spinsterism/Radical Feminist Lesbianism/Separatism are, by themselves, unfortunately, evolutionarily meaningless. – Stepping away from the genome while males tap whole nations of handmaidens to re-create themselves does not solve the biological problem of males. For Spinsters/Radical Feminist Lesbians/Separatists, there is only the small consolation of not having made any, of not having done that to women.


Females of some species never conceded species management to males in the first place. These are the golden orb spiders, the black widow spiders, the praying mantises of the world. The practice in which females eat males, called “sexual cannibalism” by male biologists, has been, until recently, totally misunderstood. For a long time, it was thought that the female ate the male post-copulation, that the male, in an act of “self-sacrifice,” served as a food source for the female, providing nutrients towards her reproductive efforts. Males were cool with this, the theory went, because males were “investing” in their offspring. While the female sometimes does eat the male post-copulation, it is now known that in 40 out of of 49 species of spiders under female species management, the female eats the male without copulation occurring. These females are in fact usually hostile to copulation, and routinely kill males upon detection. (Though walking on eggshells, males being males, still try sperming females, despite very low odds of sperming and very high odds of dying). These female spiders, – successfully managing their species, – select for kind of male they want to live. – All other males, – they eat.


Semen: Men’s Chemical War Against Women. Part IV: Present Evolutionary Context of Seminal Sorcery and Investment Planning: semen responds to unprecedented barriers.

all original writing copyrighted, 2016, by Trust Your Perceptions

No-Skip Intro here. Part I here. Part II here. Part III here. Part V here. Appendix & References here.


Male writers report the evolution of concealed estrus – females not signaling males – as the dawn of total female sexual openness to males. – But they would.

Males’ abducting/raping/keeping females captive likely originated after females stopped signaling. It’s unclear when males’ abducting/raping/keeping females captive was transformed by dudes worldwide into the Holiness of Matrimony, the Sanctity of Marriage, – but as recently as AD 200 in Northern Europe, for example, dudes still hadn’t fully made “the transition:” “Among the Germanic Goths, a man married a woman from within his own community. When women were in short supply, he captured (sic) his bride-to-be from a neighboring village. The future bridegroom, accompanied by a male companion, seized any young girl who had strayed from the safety of her parental home (sic). Our custom of a best man is a relic of that two-man, strong-armed tactic; for such an important task, only the best man would do (sic). From this practice of abduction, which literally swept a bride off her feet (sic), also sprang the later symbolic act of carrying the bride over the threshold…Since there remained the real threat (sic) of the bride’s family’s attempting to forcibly gain her return, the best man stayed by the groom’s side…alert and armed.” (Panati)

Males responded to concealed estrus by “improving” their sem-chems while institutionalizing “the keeping of females” to continuously fuck them – whether ovulating or not. Keeping females to continuously fuck them not only overruled the NO of concealed estrus, but, one-upping non-signaling females, maximized for Y-cloning. A female held captive and continuously fucked was highly likely to Y-clone her captor. Evolving their sem-chems on captive host-bodies, males overcame females’ no info/no interest new terms and conditions, easily embedding their sperm, parasite-like, into ripe eggs, ensuring their hosts continued to make them. All this served parasitic Y-chromosomes well – very well – for a very very long time.


Y chromosomes in sperm, captured by florescent in situ hybridization (FISH) technology


Females around the world may have periodically appealed to males for fewer personal restrictions under captivity. But these appeals, even if successful, amounted to very little in terms of hitting dudes where it counts. Women who won the right to vote in the US/India/Saudi Arabia, for example, were still held bodily captive by males. By legal right, males still owned almost all female bodies on which they could evolve their semen and remake themselves through continuous spermatic injections. In other words, nothing changed that mattered.

It wasn’t until the Second Wave of the Women’s Movement that a significant number of women started to hit dudes where it counts. Assorted feminist challenges, – from birth control and abortion to Women’s Liberation and Lesbian Nation, – posed probably the greatest biological threat to males since the evolution of concealed estrus.



Though birth control was developed at least 5,500 years ago (this is the beginning of writing, when birth control methods were first recorded; birth control may actually far precede this date), and though women the world over developed birth control, from crocodile dung cervical caps in ancient Egypt to mercury ingested to induce abortion in ancient China, highly-reliable widely-available birth control only first became available in the US in 1960 with the birth control pill. Other forms of highly-reliable widely-available birth control for the hetwim masses soon followed, including, in many places, safe and legal abortion. And so only very recently in the long span of Homo sapien history, just “a fraction of a nanosecond ago,” an array of highly-reliable widely-available sperm-defeating/sperm-killing birth control came to be used by women worldwide on a mass scale. While the evolution of concealed estrus created a crisis for males because males could no longer tell when the Y-Copy Shop was open for business, widespread use of birth control by heterosexual women created a new crisis for Y-copy shoppers: Store owners now shot whoever came through the door.




Women’s Liberation and Lesbian Nation, starting in 1967, were historically unprecedented and radically shattering by questioning and/or straight-out refusing male access to female host-bodies. The right not to have children/the right not to marry men/the right not to be sexual with men at all/the right to be a Freewoman and/or out Lesbian are often overlooked in historical accounts of the Second Wave, which emphasize job gains, yet in the history of men and women on Earth, freedom from males, was, for females, one serious goddamn fucking triumph. Due to Second Wave women who made it their right to live openly man-free, in many parts of the world, new generations of women show little interest in signing til-death-do-we-part blood-pacts with dudes.

indexLesbian Avengers breathing fire. British Columbia chapter.

And so across the spectrum – from the dullest hetwoman using birth control pills to the sharpest Lesbian Separatist honing her labrys, – male ejaculate was suddenly dead-idling on the interstate, – gridlocked. Finally females hit males where it counts. Males have correctly interpreted these collective barricades as a major biological threat.


As significant numbers of women rendered man-concoction meaningless, two things happened: fellatio was standardized into hetsex, and males started to fuck as many females as possible (aka “the sexual revolution.” (The Sexual Revolution, actually, was women beginning to assert a minor management role over their genome by refusing to incubate on cue)).

Fellatio, previously, in many places, had not been part of the standard hetsex repertoire. In the US, for example, fellatio was standardized into hetsex only about 48 years ago. We know this because males are vectors for disease: In the US in the early 2000s, there was a sudden increase in oral cancers in women. According to the 2008 McClatchy New Service article reporting this story: “…(M)edical experts suspect the increase in HPV oral cancer stems from a shift in sexual behaviors…” An ear, nose and throat doctor witnessing this spike in cancers of the mouth and throat in women dated its origin to “about 40 years ago.” This puts us at 1968. – The approximate year a critical mass of males started demanding females suck their dicks.

With dudegoo suddenly faced with new impediments, it is probably incorrect to attribute the standardizing of fellatio into hetsex accompanied by the new fucking of not just one captive, but as many females as possible to the separation of fucking from babymaking, which is how this “shift in sexual behaviors” is typically explained. Instead, because males were experiencing a biological threat, it seems likely males responded frantically, trying new approaches to get their psychotropic seminal chemicals into females, and into as many females as possible in fact, “counter-adapting” asap.

 This argument is further supported by the recent standardization of anal sex into the hetsex repertoire. Like fellatio before it, anal sex previously had not been part of the standard hetsex repertoire, and its recent standardization has been likewise accompanied by a new fuck as many females as possible campaign. Biologically, anal sex has likely been standardized by males as a way to deliver their evil serum into women unimpeded, because unlike the acidic and immune-responsive vaginal tract, dudegoo is not efficiently decimated by the female in the anal tract, meaning female-altering seminal chemicals may be more successful in getting into the female bloodstream, and in turn, possibly may evolve more aggressively. A recent article in The Guardian (2015) reported girls “under the age of consent” were experiencing an epidemic of severe internal damage from males, who apparently have succeeded in normalizing anal sex for whole new generations of females. Males commonly report to dudebros how “obedient” “their female” becomes after anal sex, even charting on the Internet an average duration of submissiveness of about 30 days before a “booster” is “needed.” This, at this time, isn’t to Y-pass; it’s to regulate: seminal chemicals regulate females for males. Whatever women’s now unstoppable aspirations may be, for parasite, females must remain male-regulated, females must remain accessible host-bodies, females must remain spellbound to dude.

Males ejaculating on female’s faces and bodies is also new and biologically strange, yet is not without male precedent in other species – ie, once males have evolved their semen to bypass the vaginal tract or pass through female skin. (See Maleness in Context: cross-species sperm-transfer-tactics reveals what maleness is). Besides their obvious hate joy, one has to wonder why men are doing this at this time. Females as pores? As one million holes? Males appear to be chemically experimenting on females in strange and desperate ways.

Another new experiment heterosexual males are trying is sexual mimicry, used by males of other species, but heretofore, not ours. In other species, sexual mimicry is the male tactic of mimicking females, males disguising themselves as females to access females to rape. (Male biologists also call this “copulation sneaking.” – But they would). Sexual mimicry is an old strategy, a successful strategy, and not uncommon in males of very different species, – now apparently including Homo sapiens, toying with their pervs.


In mens’ most recent fuck as many females as possible campaign (“sexpozzie hook-up culture,” normalizing new trends in female soul-murder, including kink, bdsm and omnipresent porn), – females are enlisted/females have enlisted in men’s war against women as dude-approved lab rats, – providing themselves as research material in men’s ongoing experiments on females. Volunteers are successfully trained not to know the difference between being fucked and being a research and development torture subject. Females making total donations have been trained to believe dudes’ latest exploratory seminal experiments, dudes’ pilot programs, are “normal” “sex” “acts.”

Dudegoo is now facing not just the external threats posed by female host-bodies these past few decades, but as sperm counts plummet and the Y-chromosomes in sperm slowly unravel over time, also the threat of internal decay. Given this dire situation, of course males would try every semonic strategy imaginable. The cells which make up semen are thought by male scientists to be the most rapidly-evolving cells in the human genome. If this is true, and it seems possible, it would be expected that semen, which acts as the armed-to-the teeth elite special forces guarding increasingly fragile sperm, is evolutionarily experimenting, – furiously compensating for internal decay, while at the same time, trying to better manage host-bodies in order to assure male perpetuation.

Increasing semen exposure to females provides males the opportunity to better evolve their semen. As it stands now, the chemicals in semen already deaden women, estrange women from themselves, make women doubt their own perceptions, trusting in men and not themselves, discipline women for obedience and loyalty to men, discipline women to let men access and inhabit their bodies, make bitches learn and remember new tricks, get women to ask to be fucked, tie/chain/bond women to men, addict women to men, create dependency, stymie alliance-building between women, prevent women from defending themselves, and dole out rewards to women when fucked. This, men’s micro-level war against women, is of course restated at the macro-level: Men/Porn deaden women, estrange women from themselves, make women doubt their own perceptions, trusting in men and not themselves, discipline women for obedience and loyalty to men, discipline women to let men access and inhabit their bodies, make bitches learn and remember new tricks, get women to ask to be fucked, tie/chain/bond women to men, addict women to men, create dependency, stymie alliance-building between women, prevent women from defending themselves, and dole out rewards to women when fucked. Who knows: We may even be able to approximate the war men are waging against women at the micro-level by observing how men are currently reinforcing their war against women at the macro-level. Otherwise, hard to know where men’s new seminal experiments are heading.

Clearly, this is the realm of seminal sorcery. Stepping back, we see these are spells men cast on women – spells men cast on women at every level – the microlevel, the macrolevel – and the supralevel, – ie, the level of women’s collective unconscious. Males are constantly administering and “upgrading” women’s collective unconscious, so that each successive generation of women will find it harder to scrub their minds of what the sado-sorcerers put there. Women can now chase their dreams, but women’s collective unconscious remains under male management. (Yet it can be done: Over time, with persistence and self-forgiveness, one can scrub one’s mind of what the sado-sorcerers put there). Feminism splintered in the 1980s because so many women hit a wall, finding it damn-near impossible to eradicate the man-sown masosadism/sm which had deeply and stubbornly rooted in their minds, and were instead now content to attend to their goals, to star in their own lives, feeling they had bargained well-enough, with many even enthusiastically choosing to cultivate the masosadism/sm they could not eradicate, even denouncing women who either never took that synaptic path, or who, abandoning old synaptic pathways, cleared new ones swinging their labrys. Naturally, men used this break between women to further hellify women’s collective unconscious, with special attention paid to Lesbians – whose collective unconscious the sado-sorcerers were particularly interested in keeping under male management. Then as now, women disagreed over whether or not to concede women’s collective unconscious to men, with many women decidedly spellbound, – women, who, because they could not fight male mind, fought other women for “the right” to keep male mind.

D. H. Lawrence: “Into her he poured all his pent-up darkness and corrosive death, and he was whole again… And she, subject, received him as a vessel filled with his bitter potion of death.” Men dump into women – guilt, shame, hatred which becomes self-hatred, bitter potions of death – all manner of toxins. Men discharge into women sub-lethality itself. Women are disabled from these sub-lethal discharges. Yes: Women are disabled from these sub-lethal discharges. How can, for example, a raped woman, the victim of a crime, be overcome with guilt and shame, and the rapist feel none? How can females at large, who after all, originated Life, feel so completely incapable? Men become agitated sitting in their own pot of toxins as it reaches a boil, complaining of getting “backed up.” Men discharge their disabling toxins into women, seminally and otherwise, – polluting women, transforming women’s collective unconscious into men’s toxic waste dump. The supralevel – women’s collective unconscious – oughtta be declared a Superfund site.

Regular sub-lethal discharges, of course, prepare women for sacrifice. Women must be prepared for sacrifice because women must be sacrificed to keep making males. Men ritualistically sacrifice heterosexual women every time they fuck them. Heterosexual women are familiar with the sense of being sacrificed when fucked, though are discouraged from pulling back the drapes on this insight, and encouraged, instead, to eroticize it. Males make women themselves want to be sacrificed. And so these sacrificial rites men perform on women are concealed by heterosexual women themselves, who, – so willingly it seems, – self-sacrifice on the altar of men.


Women may picket for women’s right to control their bodies, and see women’s right to control their bodies as just one sexist shit issue on a long list of sexist shit issues they wish they had the time to put more fight into. Women ain’t understanding. Women ain’t understanding how deep this goes: Women’s right to control their bodies is the bottom line ya’ll, – the very heart of the corpus delicti, – the beating heart of Patriarchy.

Photo by Lennart Nilsson. Mother unknown.



Teenage white boys cherish Life.


If we look at males, we can see they have placed their sperm bets across the board. “Risk-adverse” males, conservative males, still use what biologists call “mate-guarding,” – acting as a life-sized lifelong breathing burping sperm-plug, insuring that dude’s copy-orders and only dude’s copy-orders get copied. Other males, liberal males, enjoy taking more risk in the hope of higher rewards, ie, trying new ways to transmit their sperm/themselves while simultaneously trying to increase their returns by sperming more females. Yet other males, males who take the highest-risk, high-risk at the level of junk bonds (which commonly default, but if they don’t, can bring the highest returns), are the heterosexual males who attempt sexual mimicry itself.

Males appear to be “politically divided” over their sperm investment strategies, holding different opinions on the best way get their sperm into females. Aiming for good Y-returns, having placed their sperm bets across the board, males have in fact diversified their risk. Looking at males as a whole, we can see that males’ diversified sperm investment portfolio actually fully covers males, insuring they’ll be perpetuated – whatever the eventuality.

Of course there is only one unforeseen problem with males’ diversified sperm investment portfolio – and that is the declining value of sperm. As sperm counts drop and the Y-chromosomes in sperm degrade into oblivion, dude currency will be worthless. Still, dudes will keep trying to reinvest/reinvent/remake themselves. – Being, after all, one inherently narcissistic chromosome.

Semen: Men’s Chemical War Against Women. Part III: Past Evolutionary Context for Seminal Engineering: how females not signaling estrus trumped males.

all original writing copyrighted, 2016, by Trust Your Perceptions

No-Skip Intro here. Part I here. Part II here. Part IV here. Part V here. Appendix & References here.


Human semen likely evolved into its modern state of fuckery in a freakout response to ancestral females who permanently turned off their fertile-now signal. Pre-human ancestral females evolving not to signal estrus was good news for females. – But for males, – it was a disaster.

Across species, most females on Earth signal estrus, – whether by swellings or scents or chems – in an attempt to accept males only when ovulating, and at no other time. Our closest primate cousins, for example, go pink-butt when fertile to give notice that they are now accepting applications. Most other primates do not signal with pink swellings, but by emitting scents or chems. Among mammals at large, only a handful – including humans, dolphins, vervet monkeys and gray languars – do not signal estrus. Given how rare concealed estrus is, there must be some reason pre-human females evolved it.

Trust Your Perceptions will deal out the leading theories on how concealed estrus evolved (amazingly, most fail to grasp how evolution works, as these theorists aren’t all biologists). Trust will also offer obvious explanations which no one seems to have considered.

Noonan (female) and Alexander (male) proposed females all-together willed themselves to stop signaling estrus to force males to be monogamous with them and co-parent. This “Paternal Investment Theory,”/“catch and keep a man Cosmogirl theory,” despite remaining a leading theory, does not work on two counts: First, some species signaling estrus are monogamous and some species concealing estrus aren’t monogamous (Wagner), meaning concealed estrus is not linked to monogamy. Second, evolution doesn’t happen by willing a body function to stop. Symons (male) proposed less of a love story in his “Sex and Reward Hypothesis,” suggesting males coming home from the hunt “exchanged” meat to fuck hungry females who were signaling estrus. Burger-crazed females then mimicked being hot for dudes continuously, the theory goes, so that estrus as a fixed event disappeared. Dude brilliance blinds. – Yet dude doesn’t understand evolution: It does not work through will. A whole population of females can’t mimic signaling estrus through sheer paleo-willpower until none of them is signaling estrus. Schroder (female) and also Etlin (male) proposed the “Social Bonding Hypothesis” in which females stopped signaling to win dude detente. Peacenik females, according to this theory, wanted dudes to stop fighting over fucking them and just be friends. Females collaboratively stopped signaling to put an end to male competition, the theory goes, and usher in a new era of male bonding. While it seems logical females would want males to stop killing for territory/resources/females themselves, a non-stop dude activity, females collaboratively and willfully not signaling in the name of world peace would be a matter of great biological interest, as this is not how evolution works. (Schroder also suggested it wasn’t just world peace females wanted, but beta males’ genes, – and by willfully concealing estrus a female could sneak “clandestine copulations” with beta males, duping alpha into not knowing who baby’s poppa was (gosh, does this mean females had no choice? –) Though this is one of the only theories to hint at the extreme non-stop violence of males, evolution doesn’t select for bromantic sex-ay endings just cuz it would make money at the box office. Mealey (female) recently offered a new theory, suggesting enlarged breasts have now evolved to replace pink-signaling estrus. (Does Trust even have to explain the absurdity here?)

Other slightly-less absurd theories, – all lacking in development however, – include Burley (female), who proposed females stopped signaling estrus through “abstinence.” Burley theorized that because childbearing resulted so often in death, females, although still signaling estrus, decided to “abstain.” – And that this collective refusal of dudes led the signaling of estrus, somehow, to stop.

This theory is kind of confusing because abstinence/no babies would mean no evolution, though fewer babies, which could increase the survival of both mother and babies, would work. But how a “No Means No” campaign could both stop the presumed physical swelling, and, – far less likely, – be honored by dudes, – remains sketchy.

The “Reduced Infanticide Theory” put forward by Hrdy (female) is probably the most favored theory at this time. This theory, unlike most theories here, actually takes the mechanics of evolution into account, and also, albeit indirectly, the male obsession with their Y. Males killed babies, Hrdy proposed, when they thought a baby wasn’t “theirs.” Females who were naturally better at concealing estrus could obscure who the father was, securing higher rates of survival for their offspring by confusing males into periods of non-murder. Hrdy further proposed that females who let many males fuck them were best able to survive because fucked females could enlist the help of many males in child rearing, – all these males apparently showing up for their shift – because baby could be “theirs.”

Trust would like to point out that male cougars and other male mammals kill and even eat babies regularly, – whether “theirs” or not. – Biologists have not shown, to Trust’s satisfaction, that males are in any way discriminating in their violence, – much less meticulously discriminating. (Biologists try to explain male violence as having biological utility, when holy-shit obviously male violence is a threat to the species itself). – And Trust not even gonna bother ridiculing the sexpozzie female gets herself a staff of babysitting dudes idea. – Shiiit no.

Trust will offer this footnote, though, on baby-killing males: Females may have started to feed males to get males to stop killing and maybe even eating their babies. (This was first proposed by the writer Soledad de Montalvo (female)). Though males kill everything and anything on a regular basis, toddlers, whether killed recreationaly, or for toddler taretare, certainly would have alarmed.

Ain’t it odd though, – that all the women of the world, irregardless of culture, cultures so different, – hand dudes food? – Why have males eaten first and most when it is females who should have nourishment-priority as Makers of the Species? Why do males not only have the universal right to critique food females hand them, but also the right to, if displeased, threateningly fume? In 2015 in Nigeria, for example, an actual public debate broke out over whether women should be “traditional” by letting males eat first. In some places, males had, and even still have, their own tables where women serve them food. If the table is shared, the male sits as “head,” expecting to be served first. It is common the world over for males to be served first, and to be handed the best food, the choice cuts. Any sensible mother should know her daughter is biologically far more important than any male at the table, and feed her daughters first. Yet mothers generally feed their husbands first, – the biologically most expendable and expensive one, – with males even known to get jealous of a baby being breastfed – the echo of male threat from epochs past… Women have become so inured to the ordinary male death threat that when pointed at them, they no longer experience it for what it is, but instead, as the sudden need to post-haste placate. Females try to quell male violence through appeasement. Handing dudes food looking like one-half of womens’ international campaign to plead for niceness from dudes. Here: Just please stop killing the children, ok?

Bolin and Wheelan (both female) and also Pawlowski (male) proposed that our hominid female ancestors’ signaling of estrus ended with bipedalism. Because the concomitant tilting of the female pelvis could, evolutionarily, over time, end signaling, this theory seems plausible. Yet there may be more here too.

No one seems to have wondered if pre-Homo sapien females initiated bipedalism, – if females stood up to get males off their backs. – Literally. – Females would have been sitting targets, a bent back a virtual “landing pad” for attacking males, – who could hold down females easily, as females’ eyes and arms faced away from the attacker, – who the female couldn’t even kick. Dude’s most vulnerable parts would not be accessible to crush, and so effectively used as a weapon. To stand up was to remove the bent back, to remove the landing pad for attacking males. Some females may have stood up in self-defense, and stayed standing up – to be better vigilant against marauding males, checking what creep be creeping up behind them, and be better able to physically fight off male attacks. Females may have even survived best by standing up to hide their swelling, and avoid the life-threatening horde. Those females who stood up re-oriented their pelvis in relation to males. Those females who stood up could have improved their survival, and the survival of their daughters – by lowering their death rate in any of these ways. (Biologist Tanner (female) suggested bipedalism evolved as a “male phallic display.” Why would males expose their greatest physical weakness and open themselves to comparison? They can’t even use a public urinal without going into distress). Clearly, once bipedalism was the norm, exposed male genitals let females know what dudes were up to. In this way, bipedalism was a reversal in females’ favor – hiding females’ genitals from males, with males now unable to conceal). Once females stood up, the physical shifting of the female pelvis was a profoundly radical evolutionary change. Considering how much death from child-bearing this pelvis-shift brought upon females, bipedalism could have easily been selected against, and so there must have been a strong impetus for females to overcome this, – and stay standing up.


Evolution works like this: Concealed estrus evolved because females who could naturally better conceal estrus were more likely to survive and/or females who signaled estrus did not survive. Obvious theories which have been overlooked include:

1). Females who signaled estrus died from being fucked to death by all males within 100 miles. Females murdered by rape-raging males is common across species. Ducks for example: “In several species of ducks, males frequently harass females on land, water, and in the sky. Males grasp at females with their beaks and attempt to mount them. It is not unusual for the antics (sic) of one pair (sic) to attract the attention of many more males, resulting in a mass of struggling males (sic) enveloping (sic) a single female in the middle. Struggles can be violent enough that females die.” (Arnqvist and Rowe) Or quolls: when females of this very old carnivorous marsupial species signal estrus simultaneously each winter, males go into a fuck-frenzy, trying to fuck as many females as possible, biting females in the neck while dragging them off. When this shit is all over, it’s a battlefield littered with corpses.

A variation on this theme is the killing of babies by males on rape stampedes. Two/thirds of seal pups are regularly trampled to death, for example, by stampeding males in a rape-craze. If females die, if babies die, or both, the genetic line shifts to surviving females who can successfully reproduce daughters who will also succeed in reproducing. Females who were naturally better at concealing estrus may have better avoided the homicidal man-gangs, passing their better-concealment genes down to their daughters.

Or 2): Females who signaled estrus died in too-high-an-incidence of childbirth. After all, childbirth would be like clockwork, no break. – Females would be “bred” every season. Females dying in high numbers from childbirth would make survival of offspring unlikely.

Or 3): Simultaneous birthing of babies as a result of synchronized signaling of estrus would be catastrophic when facing a limited food supply, abnormally severe environmental conditions, or a thousand other very bad scenes. Females all giving birth around the same time would be resource-demanding and high-risk. (Even all females pregnating at the same time could lead to all kinds of problems). Those females naturally better able to conceal estrus may have pregnated out of sync with other females, giving their offspring a better chance to survive.

Or 4): Males battle it out. The biggest meanest prick wins. He fucks all the females. Resulting in bigger meaner prickbabies. Who grow into big pricks. Who battle it out. – The biggest meanest prick wins. He fucks all the females. Resulting in bigger meaner prickbabies. Who grow into big pricks. Who battle it out –

Having just one DNA alphadude “option” limits genetic diversity, which would weaken a group’s ability to deal with constant biological adversity. If one generation = Alphamale + All the Females, and if Alphamale picked up HIV from raping monkeys in his spare time, for example, – everyone dies. Male biologists miss this because the Alphamale is their *Hero.* Females who could naturally conceal estrus from alphamales and mate with HIV-negative betamales, eg, could divert their tribe into concealed estrus in just one generation. (– C’mon young feminist women: You can see how stupid these theorists are. Take over Biology. Take over Genetics. This world is yours).

However concealed estrus evolved, once it took hold among females an estimated 4-6 million years ago, it was unprecedented and devastating for ancestral dude. As a genetic parasite who must make a female copy him, – who must make a female surrender her resources towards the continuation of his strange little sex chromosome, – dude was all-a-sudden locked outside in the night. Getting copied/resource-extracting females was now gonna be a long shot, – a total shot in the dark. This was “life-threatening” to males, a great biological threat, – utterly cataclysmic. Like all semen producers cross-species, ancestral males had of course always wielded female-targeting seminal chemicals, but males locked outside in the night faced this new era of dead-bolted females by refining their semen over millions of years into its modern state of high-level fuckery.

Semen: Men’s Chemical War Against Women. Part II: Shit’s Lethal: what happens to females prevented from evolving resistance to semen.

all original writing copyrighted, 2016, by Trust Your Perceptions

No-Skip Intro here. Part I here. Part III here. Part IV here. Part V here. Appendix & References here.


Semen is lethal to females. This has been scientifically shown, and is empirically supported.

It had been noticed across taxa that females died after “normal” sexual exposure to males (eg, (Trivers, 1972), (Parker, 1979), (West-Eberhard, 1984), (Partridge, et al, 1987)). – But in 1989, scientists reported copulation itself reduced females’ lifespan. The frequency female fruit flies were fucked correlated to the frequency female fruit flies died. (Fowler & Partridge). In 1993, male fruit flies voided of sperm still proved lethal to females, ruling out sperm as cause of death (Chapman & Hutchings). In 1995, male fruit flies voided of semen proved non-lethal to females, leading researchers to conclude semen itself killed females. (Chapman, et al) Chapman and team further confirmed their results by subjecting female fruit flies to high levels of semen. The higher the level of semen exposure, the more likely females died.

In 1996, scientific torturer William Rice allowed male fruit flies to evolve normally, while simultaneously stopping female fruit flies from evolving for 41 generations. (For methodology, see Rice’s paper: “Sexually Antagonistic Male Adaptation Triggered by Experimental Arrest of Female Evolution.” (Dude quite the man’s man, having also penned the research paper “Male Fitness Increases when Females are Eliminated from the Gene Pool: Implications for the Y Chromosome,” – but more on that another time)).

Male fruit flies allowed to evolve normally intensified their seminal toxicity. This resulted in 1). males siring more sons, and, 2). more females dying. Rice used three parameters to define “net male fitness,” which is what he was ultimately measuring: success in fucking a previously-fucked female by “overcoming female reluctance,” displacing the sperm of a predecessor, and number of sons sired. Under female arrested conditions, “net male fitness” increased dramatically. Increased dickery reigned amid a fruit fly babyboy boom. (Look at this: When females could not evolve to protect themselves against semen, males commandeered the genome, and the Y-chromosome “duplicated itself” with abandon. Right here ya’ll: The whole thing. – Trust rests Trust’s case). Not only did increased dickery reign amid a fruit fly babyboy boom, but females prevented from evolving, or, as Rice called them, “static targets,” could not develop counter-defenses to the intensified toxicity of semen, – consequently dying at very high rates.

Rice: “After 30 generations there was evidence of substantial adaptation of the experimental males to the target females…The observed increase in adaptation of experimental males is associated with a substantial decrease in the survival of their mates…seminal fluid has substantial toxic side effects in females, with increasing quantity leading to decreasing female survivorship…The decreased female survival is associated…with an elevated rate of remating, but males further reduce female survival by inducing higher mortality per insemination.” What dude be saying is: females who were fucked the most died the most.

Dude calls males becoming more lethal to females a “substantial adaptation” resulting in “increased net male fitness.” Male biologists and male-identified biologists also refer to this female death by dudefuck as “the cost of mating,” “the physiological cost to females,” “the ability to reduce female lifespan,” “the life history parameters of mated females” and “the intercept of the female’s survival function.” Dude-convolution hardly takes a break.

In his experiment, Rice showed that females must continuously update their defense system against the toxicity of male semen or die. Biologists call this “co-evolution.” Defined as the force organisms exert on each other as they evolve over time, whether mutual or antagonistic, this term is not inaccurate. But it ain’t truthful either. Truthful is that female hosts, constantly subjected to the life-threatening and all-consuming demands of male genetic parasitism, are in the business of defense, which is not the same as offense, unless you are a dude. However half-assed, Rice does allude to this, but his allusion is submerged in dude’s very strange language of equality: “Because each sex is a counteracting ‘moving target,’ their coevolution may parallel that between a species and its parasites, predators and competitors…”

Females are kept busy staving-off constant dude virulence. It’s troubling to see, on the macrolevel, so many females, due to male trauma and male economics, “barely surviving,” “just getting by.” But this is where males keep females at, – and, in fact, this is where males “must” keep females at – in this parasite-host equation. Every day in the macrolevel we see females struggle just to maintain – yet in fact this struggle for females just to maintain originates at the microlevel.

In 1999, in fruit flies, the exact source of male toxicity was narrowed down to proteins in semen – most notably seminal protein Acp62F – which enters the hemolymph of females “after mating” and has significant sequence similarity to a lethal spider neurotoxin. (Lung & Wolfner)

Also in 1999, Holland and Rice tested the lethality of males over 47 generations under conditions of forced monogamy. Monogamy resulted in less females dying. Females exposed to a virgin male for a single copulation lived longest, followed by females kept with a monogamous male over time. Females exposed to many males had high rates of death.

Holland and Rice concluded that under conditions of forced monogamy, males became less toxic to females, who in turn did not have to evolve counter defenses against male toxicity. When these monogamous females were put into an active poly group, however, they suffered the highest deathrate of all. Holland and Rice: “We found that females from the monogamy populations were harmed to a greater extent, by both ancestral males and control males, than females from control populations, providing strong evidence for the evolution of reduced female resistance.” What dudes be saying is: Monogamous females died after being fucked by their fathers and other poly males way more than the poly females, who, used to this shit, had been evolving counter-defenses all along.

Male toxicity is genetic. Evolving counter defenses to male toxicity means to genetically change. Females exposed to males must genetically change to survive. Scientists call this ongoing war at the gene level “interlocus contest evolution (ICE).” Males’ war against females is taking place at the gene level.

Additional research indisputably corroborates that semen is lethal to females: (Arnquvist, 1989), (Partridge & Fowler, 1990), (Rice, 1992), (Burpee & Sakaluk, 1993), (Arnquvist & Rowe, 1995), (Chapman, et al, 1995), (Rice, 1996), (Rice & Holland, 1997), (Holland & Rice, 1998), (Civetta & Clark, 2000), (Crudgington & Siva-Jothy, 2000), (Moore, et al, 2001), (Chippendale, et al, 2001), (Sawby & Hughs, 2001), (Pitnick & Garcia-Gonzalez, 2002), (Wigby & Chapman, 2004), etc.

Findings are not limited to fruit flies. In the species Dysdercus cardinalis, for example, in which females maintain the option of reproducing parthenogenically (which sciencedudes hilariously call “virgin birth),” the researcher Kasule reported: “Virgin females had the longest life, followed by females pairing with a male up to first oviposition, and females pairing with a male for life, in that order.” (Demonstrating once again the eternal infernal dude-obfuscation Trust encounters in scientific research, Kasule, who determined the above, concludes: “The results obtained indicate that (1) mating is a prerequisite for normal gonadal activity in Dysdercus cardinalis, and (2) repetitive mating increases the rate of reproduction.” ‘Males lethal to females cross-species’ – or better yet, ‘Male-free females live longest’ – which is what Kasule actually found, – these shocking findings are quietly dropped under the desk.

Semen tends towards lethal across species. However, the thinking at this time is that in species which females don’t mother much (eg, insect species), semen has evolved to be highly lethal to females, whereas in species which females spend tons time mothering, (eg, mammal species), semen appears to be less lethal to females. (Dudes be far less killer to self-sacrificing mommas. – Ain’t that sweet? – “Mother privilege,” though nothing like anyone imagined, appears, in fact, to be real). If the current thinking is true, scientists fail – per usual – to consider the obvious: it’s not just “mothering” which tempers dudes’ poison, it’s the mothering of dudebabies, – for Homo sapiens, the 20+ years of putting the finishing touches on parasite’s personal replica. Parasite lets momma live – for that.

Experiments to determine the toxicity level of human semen have not and will not be done. – Though one hears anecdotal stories of cloistered nuns, who, after being gang-raped by warring males, soon after die. These women may have had compromised ability to self-defend against semen by never having been exposed. – Which could have been compounded by the as-yet-unconfirmed possibility that substances in semen exist in higher concentrations when men rape (researchers are studying rape kits to test this theory). And of course women prostituted every day to many men have significantly shorter lifespans than women prostituted by the sanctity of marriage to a single semen-maker. In countries where women live on average to their early 80s, prostituted women die on average by their early 40s – a lifespan cut in half. There may be multiple reasons for this, but in other species, it has been established that the more different males’ semen, and the more semen itself, a female is subjected to, the sooner and more likely she will die. So while it appears that Homo sapien males inject far less lethal semen than males of other species, the actual degree of toxicity of human semen is not in fact a known.


It remains unclear to Trust at this time if male toxicity is intended to hobble female hosts for exclusive sperm rights, intended to kill other dude sperm, or both. The research on this is contradictory, possibly because male toxicity can work either way. Though questions remain, what is unquestionable, however, is that for females without a bio-defensive system in place, semen is lethal.


Let’s get our heads around this ya’ll: Semen = Death.

Males are inherently harmful to females. Males’ inherent harmfulness to females originates at their geno-bio-chemical level, at their core. – Males are – at their core – inherently harmful to females.

Patriarchy isn’t a “mentality” “which needs to be changed.” Patriarchy isn’t a mentality which can be changed. (We vote now, but now there’s rape porn. Kinda a shell game, don’t ya think?) Patriarchy, at its core, is biological. We are dealing with a biological problem here. A terrible terrible biological problem

Unfortunately, females don’t have the courage to fix this biological problem, – which they could easily do, – preferring instead to spend their lives, – in one way or another, – trying to mitigate male harm.

Check it: They gonna be like this til extinction, ya’ll… And most heterosexual women gonna be fool enough to hold out for dude… For females, males are war. In the past, in the present, in the future, til extinction. And if any survive extinction, – they will war even more.


Male emissions appears to hold both life and death. – But what looks like the potential for life is just necro-parasite trying to be made anew. – What looks like the potential for life is just the potential for more necro-parasite.

Still, women roll the dice, – and half the time, remake, for us all, – necrophilia itself.

Semen: Men’s Chemical War Against Women. Part I: Male Chemical Munitions: what semen does to females.

all original writing copyrighted, 2016, by Trust Your Perceptions

No-Skip Intro here. Part II here. Part III here. Part IV here. Part V here. Appendix & References here.


1280px-Human_semen_in_a_petri_dishWithin an hour or two after oral, anal and/or vaginal sex with a male not wearing a condom who ejaculates, chemicals in semen move into the female’s bloodstream. The female is dosed with  1). barbiturate-like chemicals, positive-reinforcement chemicals, opioids, 2). antidepressants, 3). bonding drugs, 4). chemicals which make a woman want to be fucked, 5). learning- and memory-reinforcement compounds, 6). immunosuppressants to stop the female from killing sperm, 7). potential pathogens, and 8). compounds forcing and maintaining pregnancy to increase the liklihood of duplicating dude’s own Y-chromosome.

All compounds discussed below exist in human semen. Many of these compounds act in multiple ways, or act synergistically, but can broadly be said to manipulate women, psychologically, behaviorally, and physiologically, in the following ways:


Barbiturate-like chemicals, positive-reinforcement chemicals, opioids. The Number 1 cause of death for females ages 15-59 worldwide is males. More specifically, women ages 15-59 die in this world primarily as a result of being fucked by males.

Nepalese woman dead from childbirth

According to the World Health Organization’s most recent figures, the Number 1 cause of death for females in this age group is HIV. Number 2 is pregnancy and/or childbirth. Number 3 is HIV-relatedtuberculosis. Number 4 is suicide/being burned. Number 5 is cervical cancer from HPV. Number 6 is males murdering females outright. (This last figure does not include number of women killed in men’s wars). And so: Five of the top six ways women die in this world are from men. The argument could be made all six of the top six ways women die in this world are from men, as the high rate of death by burning in India, Asia and the Middle East is almost always males murdering females, and suicide, for females, is often dude-related, or misreporting by males who have murdered females. In any case, indisputably: The top non-age-related causes of death – and taken together, the main cause of death – for females in this world – is men.

Given how life-threatening and life-altering encounters with males can be, females commonly respond to males and male lechery with anxiety.

Semen has evolved barbiturate-like chemicals, positive-reinforcement chemicals and opioids to lower women’s anxiety, to lower women’s resistance to men, to lower women’s resistance to being fucked by men, – to change women’s minds.



“Just chill” seminal chemicals – prolactin, vasopressin, endorphins, enkephalins, thyroid hormones, and glucocorticoids – sedate females. These sem-chems dull females’ thinking, disconnect females from themselves, encourage females to ignore their impulse for self-preservation, deaden females to the threat they feel in their minds and bodies. These are female-deadening chemicals – female-deadening chemicals transmitted by males to gain female compliance. When researchers say “these compounds are correlated with increased approachability,” the scientific worldview the dude view per usual, what scientists are reporting is that semen makes females passive. Obviously it’s way easier for dudes when you’re numb and open to them, preferably a breathing corpse.

Dudegoo not only has its own in-house roofie, dudegoo also hands out prizes, – like dopamine. Dopamine is the ultimate behavior-reinforcement drug, the neurological happiness jackpot. Opioids are also high-end door-prizes women take away from dudegoo: transcortin, enkephalin, endorphins. Opioids, famous for causing bath-soaking trust fund babies to drown in just 8 inches of water, are serenity in slow-motion. Dopamine and opioids are both serenity drugs, behavior-altering drugs, behavior-reinforcement drugs. Dopamine and opioids are both high-reward chemicals, – high-reward chemicals implicated in addiction. Males reward females for being seminated with chemicals which are habit-forming.

When the main non-age-related cause of death for females in this world is men, – ‘males are under selective pressure,’ as drug-peddling dependency-causing science-dudes would say, to bait their goo.

For users, this is Chemical Spellbinding and Bedevilment


Antidepressants. Dudegoo offers women having a hard day in patriarchy a cocktail of antidepressants: seratonin, endorphins, estrogen, prostaglandins, a whole family of catecholamine neurotransmitters (epinephrine, norepinephrine, 3,4-dihydroxyphenylalanine, 3,4-dihydroxyphenyl acetic acid), the precursor tyrosine, and thyrotropin-releasing hormone.

Dudes are quite the diabolical drink-mixers on this one, as women are commonly depressed from living in patriarchy or with individual dudes. Men make life hell on Earth, then “offer” – to women who accept their emissions, – a short-lived chemical respite from that hell. Antidepressants seminating a woman’s bloodstream temporarily alleviate those chronic crummy feelings any woman living under patriarchy is familiar with. Antidepressants in semen “teach” women to associate being fucked with “feeling better,” making women “cool” with it, and even, “self-medicating,” – to seek it out themselves.

Females, destabilized by patriarchy as a matter of course, always made to feel like there is deep-down something wrong with them, are starved for well-being. Men offer women temporary access to elusive feelings of well-being – a seminal chemical salve – which isn’t a salve at all, – it’s the hook. – It’s abuserdude getting you to sign up for more of his shit by apologizing for all the shit he been puttin you through lately with a fistfull of droopy tulips and a promise to do better, as your heart beats with hope. This is the Chemical Cycle of Violence – Honeymoon Phase.


Bonding drugs. Semen doesn’t just anesthetize females for their seminators, making them ignore their common-sense perceptions about the danger of men. Semen magnetizes females to their seminators, making them reverse their common-sense perceptions about the danger of men, pulling them to men like a coin to a magnet. Chemicals in semen also make women reverse their common-sense perceptions about the safety of women. Semen reverses the female “magnetic field.” With men, magnetic repulsion becomes magnetic attraction; with women, magnetic attraction becomes magnetic repulsion. Seminated women will stick to men, and at the same time, seminated women won’t stick with other women.

Oxytocin and vasopressin in semen – disseminated into the female bloodstream – are intensely powerful bonding drugs. Most males are exposed to substantially less oxytocin than females, though males do manufacture it for the purpose of injecting it into females. Yet scientists, and by extension, the media, continuously refer to oxytocin and vassopressin as “pair-bonding” drugs. As seminal chemicals, what oxytocin and vassopressin actually do is bond a woman to her seminator. – Whenever a male ejaculates into a female, his sem-chems work to secure her allegiance. Oxytocin is also released in females upon orgasm, and so for females who orgasm with seminator, bonding with dude is exacerbated. (Heterosexual women get drugged, then think the woozies, shit, be LUV. (That’s right: all those “nice” feelings from sex are just the release of chemicals)).

Not only do oxytocin and vassopressin bond a woman to her seminator, they also commandeer her perceptions and behaviors. Oxytocin and vasopressin have been shown to: make and keep the female focused on dude (oxytocin), make the female have exclusive/monogamous feelings towards dude (oxytocin and vasopressin), dispose the female towards “sexual jealousy” (vasopressin), dispose the female towards “mate-guarding” (vasopressin), and dispose the female towards “aggressive mate defense” (vasopressin).

In other words, the embarrassing dude-prostration females do, making complete abject asses of themselves, is chemically-commanded by dogtraining dudes. Dude, – snapping the female on a retractable leash, – reins her in. Alphadawg trains the female with sem-chems to hate on other bitches, – other bitches who, – raising her hackles and flashing her canines, – she has even been known to lunge at.

Even the seminated woman who retains a feminist inkling will find exception with dude who shoots her up. Seminated women defend their seminator with remarkable ferocity, – often at all costs, – preferring to break bonds with other women rather than check their sem-chem habit.

Semen also leaves high levels of cortisol in the female bloodstream. High levels of cortisol have been shown to make females more receptive to male sexual advances, and also increase female affection towards males.

Additionally, semen deploys pheromones, which also bond a female to her seminator. Pheromones can make the just-fucked female temporarily uninterested in other males, or even make females release their own come-hither pheromones when ovulating next. Getting the female to issue alerts when ripe for another Y-perpetuation attempt helps dude lots; dude doesn’t need to work hard at all – with female flagging him down. Co-habitating heterosexual women are always amazed when they discover their menstruation and ovulation cycles have been synchronized – because pheromones injected by dude, residual dudecum loitering in their vaginal tracts, resets females into a predictable schedule – for dude. For dude, it’s like setting an alarm clock.

This some serious chemical conjury… Serious Females are chemically-leashed to male handlers, who give out sem-chem treats, which only makes females more loyal. No wonder so many women are mentally blocked, their non-dude possibilities, their wide-open options, chased-off like home intruders. Instead of pursuing their own pack, females slobber affection on their leash-holder, usually with repeated and disastrous attempts to dedicate themselves to a single seminator. Leash-holders chemically-succeed in reversing bitches’ perceptions of reality, making them view not males, but other females as a danger to them. Females are chemically-commanded to stand by their seminator, irregardless of predictably-abusive male behavior, and are, most pathetically, unable to put not just other women, but themselves above the primacy of dude.

Men’s seminal chemistry is masosadism itself. Women who are continuously injected with masosadism self-betray – doubting the validity of their own being, – doubting the validity of other women’s being, – but never-ever-ever doubting the validity of dude.

This is Chemical Dog-Brain Replacement, with Separation Anxiety, no extra charge.


Chemicals which make a woman want to be fucked. Testosterone, luteinizing hormone, and lutenizing hormone releasing hormone transmitted via semen make a woman want to be fucked. According to R.L. Burch and G.G. Gallup in their paper, The Psychobiology of Semen: “Testosterone is in relatively high concentrations in human semen…(and) is absorbed by the vagina…at higher levels than testosterone administered transdermally…Testosterone levels correlated significantly with sexual intercourse frequency.” The astonishingly-high concentrations of luteinizing hormone and lutenizing hormone releasing hormone dudes also dose women with also increases female sexual initiative, making women be good sports – by asking for it. This is Chemical Male Sexual Empowerment.


Learning- and memory-reinforcement compounds. Intoxicating the female – with barbiturate-like compounds, positive-reinforcement compounds, opioids, antidepressants, bonding drugs, and chemicals which make a woman want to be fucked – is but the first drink of the night in men’s all-the-time war against women. Before the night is up, the semen-soused female finds a note in her pocket not to forget to get fucked. – Females, apparently, need a reminder.

Semen contains a number of glucocorticoids – all of which consolidate information and enhance learning and memory. Semen also contains epinephrine and noorepinephrine, released during learning experiences to remember what was just learned, to keep it.

From the basic evolutionary point of view, males who could evolve and dispense learning- and memory-reinforcing compounds were more likely to be reproduced. – Yet there is something deeper here.

Mary Daly, who wrote about Life’s parthenogenic origin before the evidence had even accrued, – not only said men’s war against women requires continuous injections of masosadism to block Womankind, but also that men block women’s “Memory of Gynocentric Origins.” Amazingly, our gynocentric origins have now been substantiated as fact.

Scientists have known since 1984 that males block genes in females (called “genomic imprinting”) in order to disable females’ parthenogenic capability, – in order to block parthenogenesis. In mammals, it’s believed males block one gene in females – gene Igf2 – to prevent parthenogenesis. In 2004, Japanese scientists succeeded in making a baby mouse without sperm by unblocking male-blocked genes in two eggs – two eggs they then merged. (Tomohiro Kono, et al, Tokyo University).

Mouse pup conceived without male, born of two eggs. 2004.

Human males are also believed to block gene Igf2 in human females (De Sousa, Rosalind Institute, Scotland). Males block parthenogenesis in order to make females make males. (Trust will explore parthenogenesis and the origin of maleness in the next set of posts). Males are genetic parasites, possibly having originated as parasitic DNA or an infectious genetic virus (noted by French biologist Claude Combes in Parasitism: The Ecology and Evolution of Intimate Interactions), or later, simply by mutation (see geneticists Sykes, Jones or Graves). Maleness appears to have evolved on Earth independently at least three times (but probably many many more, and most likely in different ways), yet maleness as a biological strategy is the same: intercept females’ power of generation and harness that power to perpetuate yourself. Parthenogenesis – life without males – was once the norm (and for some species, still is). Mammalian females, though blocked, though now incapable of successful parthenogenesis, have not yet lost this genetic relic.

“(T)he fathers have recognized (the Memory of Gynocentric Origin) as their enemy,” Daly wrote, “and they have worked to destroy its vestiges in women…Since men cannot by themselves completely erase this Memory from women, they must channel women into the erasure ourselves…The most effective means employed by males to induce women to perform this dirty work has been and continues to be the manufacture of illusions which trigger the mechanism of Self-hate and horizontal violence against women. Thus programmed and activated in the direction of Self-destruction, women actively will not to re-member deep Memory, for woman-identified knowledge has been made to seem repugnant…Women whose memories have been this destroyed become converted into walking, talking subliminal messages/messengers of the phallocratic belief system…and are thus ‘purified’ of even the desire to re-member…”

For women who have the desire to remember, this is what females are made to forget: The first 1/3 of Life on Earth was exclusively female (noted by biologist Steve Jones, 2003 interview). Not only did females evolve the godpower of generation, the godpower of generating Life, when defining “female” as a living thing which can self-replicate, we can see that the first Life on Earth was female, – that Females are the Origin of Life. – And so: Females are not for males. (Even in our recent Homo sapien time, women have been made to forget the women who were not for males. – The women who were for themselves and other women, – the spinsters, the hermits, the feminists, the Lesbians, the separatists, the witches, the mad ones. – Many of these women reversed the reversal of male-identification. – With some even resisting ever becoming male-identified. – These being the women erased the most).

Men erase women’s memory of Gynocentric Origins, and replace it with what Daly calls “male-authored memories.” Male-authored memories are the memories men make women keep. Men make women keep the memory of being fucked, – chemically searing it into female memory. Female memory is thus disciplined on genetic interlopers’ behalf. Coded with fuck instructions, females cannot remember before males, females cannot remember not being for males.

On both the biochemical and sociopolitical levels, when males block female memory, what they are ultimately blocking is women from being female-identified. Females must be prevented from being female-identified. Females must be co-opted into identifying with and serving the reproductive needs of males. Learning-reinforcement and memory-reinforcement sem-chems indoctrinate heterosexual women for male-identification, – indeed, they indoctrinate women for heterosexuality itself. This is Chemical Male-Identification.


Immunosuppressants to stop the female from killing sperm. The female body experiences sperm as an antigen – ie, an invading foreign body which must be destroyed.

Semen acts as the elite special forces shielding sperm, shooting down a woman’s self-defenses. The sheer number of immunosuppressants men wield is astonishing… Seminal immunosuppressants include: suppressor T-cells, interleukins (eg, IL-12, sIL-2R and sIL-6R and tumor necrosis factor), prostaglandins (especially prostaglandins E1 and E2), eicosanoids, the polyamines spermine and spermidine, plasma protein-A (PAPP-A), Zn and Zn peptide complexes, catecholamines (including aderenaline, noradrenaline, 3,4 dihydroxy-phenylalanine (DOPA)) and (3,4 dihydroxy-phenylacetic acid (DOPAC)), immunoglobulins, prostasomes, transcortin-bound corticosteroids, beta-endorphin hormone, andrenocorticotropin hormone, acid phosphatase, endorphins, cytokine, interferon, opioid peptides, endogenous opiates, granulocyte elastase, granulocyte colony-stimulating factor, macrophage stimulating factor, androstenedione, TNF-alpha, transglutaminase, proteases, transferrin, lactoferin, alpha2-macroglobulin, beta2-microglobulin, FC-receptor-binding-protein, ACTH, prostate steroid binding protein (PSBP), gastricsin, and zinc.

This phenomenal number of immunosuppresants in semen is “forensic evidence” of the hellacious war males have waged against females. This war originates at the biochemical level, the micro-level – and likely began as the origin of maleness itself. Interestingly, producing too many immunosuppressants for combating the female can be a danger to dude, as this live arsenal can easily turn on dude and make him sterile. For dude’s all-important Y-line, this is self-defeating self-destruction, – to be avoided at all costs. Yet the fact males nevertheless produce this phenomenal quantity of immunosuppressants at their own risk demonstrates that female fight-back has been fierce.

Females would completely annihilate sperm if semen didn’t protect it. Without semen as sperm’s own armed-to-the-teeth elite special forces shielding sperm through the dangerous straits of the vaginal tract, females would wipe sperm out easily, – not just through vigilant antigen annihilation, but also because females have evolved an inhospitably acidic vaginal tract in order to kill sperm. In 1998, men in Western Siberia contracted an inflammatory disease affecting the male glands which make semen (Philippov, et al. 1998). Because the afflicted could not produce “normal” assassin-level semen, which would include immunosuppressants to suppress the females’ destroy response, the females’ destroy response wasn’t suppressed, and females destroyed all incoming sperm. This rendered dudes what medicine-men called “sterile,” but what was in fact the successful annihilation of threatening antigens by the local womens’ immune systems. Without its sem-chem thug crew, sperm is pretty weak stuff.

This is Chemical Female Disarmament.


Potential Pathogens. Because semen suppresses heterosexual women’s immune response, heterosexual women are much more likely to be infected by sexually-transmitted and other diseases present in and delivered by that very same dudegoo.

According to Dr. Aldo Poiana: “Mammals (sic) can transmit a very impressive array of micropathogens through ejaculate during copulation including viruses, such as human immunodeficiency virus (HIV), classical swine fever virus, porcine reproductive and respiratory syndrome virus, blue tongue virus, Cytomegalovirus, and many bacteria: Pseudomonas aeruginosa, Klebsiella pneumoniae, Trichomonas vaginalis, Chlamydia trachomatis, Chlamydophila psittaci, Brucella ovis, Campylobacter cryaerophila, Campylobacter fetus, Staphylococcus epidermidis, Staphylococcus aureus, Streptococcus viridans, Streptococcus faecalis, Escherichia coli, beta-hemolytic Streptococcus, Enterobacter agglomerans, Klebsiella sp., Proteus mirabilis and the yeast Candida.” Dr. Poini, in his paper, “Complexity of Seminal Fluid,” seems willing to go further than his colleagues by listing the above pathogens as “components” of seminal fluid. Though the good doctor did forget to include cancer –which men manage to give women through Human Papillomavirus (HPV), – as far as Trust knows, the only essentially “transmittable cancer,”courtesy, naturally, of dudegoo. (Lesbians, not subjected to seminal fluid, rarely if ever contract these pathogens).

Sperm carrying staph pathogen

So why is dudegoo brimming with so many pathogens? Sickening and/or killing your host seems counter-productive, as it would seem to lower your likelihood of being reproduced. And if a female isn’t reproducing you, you would be selected against, meaning die out, which should then cause the pathogen load in male ejaculate to drop. Yet the pathogen load in male ejaculate remains very high. A long-held view by male scientists is that dudegoo is a hapless medium for these pathogens. Evolution would ask how this high pathogen load in male ejaculate has been selected for, but the Darwin boys have been ignoring evolution, and insisting this whole thing with dudegoo being a Leading-Disease-Vector is non-selective, practically an accident.

In 2000, however, biologists Johnstone and Keller proposed that the necro-nature of semen may be selected for in accordance with the laws of evolution: “Damaging effects of copulation to females may be selected in males if those effects are sub-lethal and result in a delay in female re-mating.”

Sub-lethal… That’s right ya’ll: Making females sick, half-dead, – but not totally dead – appears to be just another tool in the dudebag. This is Chemical Zombie Impregnation.

(Trust notes here that semen also contains antibiotics. Science dudes, grasping for something Prince-Charming in the middle of all this shit, have suggested males evolved antibiotics to “benefit females,” – as some sort of sorry-bouquet for subjecting females to disease. It is true that parasitic cells commonly inject both poison and its antidote into a host as a “bonding” tactic. Dr. Stephen Stearns of Yale: “… (P)lasmids addict their host cells to their presence by producing a poison/antidote system in which the poison decays slowly but the antidote decays rapidly.” As fascinating and suggestive as this is, it seems instead likely semen evolved antibiotics because females across species can be carriers for bacteria which kills males in utero. Per usual, male scientists fail to cough up logical explanations. (Trust will explore male-killing bacteria in a future post). For now, Trust conjectures that antibiotics in semen likely evolved to exterminate any male-killing bacteria females may be harboring).


Compounds forcing and maintaining pregnancy to increase the liklihood of duplicating dude’s own Y-chromosome. Because males need females to clone their Y-chromosome, to copy it into a boybaby, males want a female to be ovulating, – to be a ripe and ready egg for dude.

But because human females have evolved not to signal ovulation to males (aka “concealed estrus”), males don’t know when a female is ovulating. Human males have, in response, evolved sophisticated seminal fuckery: compounds in human semen can trigger either ovulation or an egg flush, – depending where a woman is in her cycle. Remarkably, Homo sapien semen mimics the female ovulatory cycle, dispensing compounds females themselves produce to tweak conditions as needed in total-dude-favor. In chimpanzees, one of our closest relations, male chimps have not evolved ovulatory mimicry as a seminal strategy (though like all semen-makers, chimps have their own fuckery blend). Male chimps didn’t evolve ovulatory mimicry as a seminal strategy because female chimps signal estrus.

The human male can trigger ovulation in the human female by injecting her with sem-chems – super-high levels of luteinizing hormone, plus luteinizing hormone releasing hormone, follicle stimulating hormone, estrogen, and estrone – all of which make an egg ripe for dude. Leutenizing hormone is in fact the compound women test for in themselves with store-bought ovulation strips; for women interested in pregnating, the higher the leutenizing hormone level, the higher their chance to pregnate. Furthermore, because estrogen peaks at ovulation, when a woman is nearing ovulation, dude can force her into maximum fertility with just his extra sem-chem shot of estrogen alone. The estrogen and estrone in semen, in addition to forcing ovulation, also elevates female mood, makes females release odors attractive to the male, and induces vaginal lubrication – all totally dudepozzie.

Conversely, if the woman has some other dude’s chromo taking hold of her egg, new dude def wants that flushed. Prostaglandins found in semen can induce abortion. Prostaglandins, in fact, are used medically as an abortifacient. As early as 1959, Scientific Torturers noted that when a pregnant female was fucked by a new male, she aborted. The mechanism wasn’t understood at the time, and the mechanism by which males successfully apply these contradictory compounds still isn’t fully understood. Irregardless, chemicals in semen attempt to micro-manage female – or rather, malereproduction. Males inject these compounds into women to increase the chance their sperm will worm its head into egg. – And Y-score.

Sperm worming its head into egg. Photo by Lennart Nilsson.

Seminal chemicals also induce vaginal and uterine contractions. Specific sem-chems for this job include prostate specific antigen (PSA), the prostaglandins (notably prostaglandin E1, prostaglandin E2, prostaglandin F2), and endothelin. This isn’t to make females love-tremble for dude. This is to make females suck sperm deeper into their bodies. And when those muscles contract, this is exactly what happens.

Dude for-sure doesn’t want his goo running out. A female who stands up post-injection, or better yet, gets up to pee, can seriously fuck with dude’s whole project, his little baby Y-chromosomes just pissed away. Melatonin and other compounds in semen make the female sleepy, an attempt to keep the female supine so that sperm can get in a good swim. Sem-chems which make women sleepy have the added benefit of discouraging females from castrating or killing males who are knocked out cold in a post-coital coma. Females of many species do in fact chow males down at this time, an easy source of energy they didn’t have to waste their own getting. – Perfect. – But not for Sleeping Beauties.

Semen also contains a slew of compounds for making sure baby parasite gets made. The polypeptide hormone relaxin, for example, according to researchers MacLennan and Weiss, “may have significant roles in fertilization, implantation, uterine growth and accommodation, the control of myometrial activity to prevent pre-term labor, cervical ripening, and the facilitation of labor.” Oxytocin, meanwhile, assists in blastocyst (pre-fetal) development. Semen also contains placental proteins, – including human chorionic gonadotropin, human placental lactogen, pregnancy-specific B1-glycoprotein, placental protein 5, and ferritin. Concentrations of these placental proteins in semen, according to Burch and Gallup, “greatly exceeded those in the serum of non-pregnant women or men, and sometimes they even exceeded pregnancy levels.” (Wtf?) The leptin, prolactin, and thryrotropin-releasing-hormone-like peptides in semen also drafts females for dude-making-duty. All chemical compounds in semen, in fact, conscript females into a dude-saluting standing army prepared to answer the call.

Team Boy

This is Chemical Vampirism. But dude is way worse than Vampire. He needs more than just your blood. He needs everything you have.


To be a human male is to have a Y-chromosome in nearly every single one of your 70 trillion cells, with those Y-chromosomes orchestrating the production of sperm, semen and testosterone. Men are born to produce semen – which wars against women. Men are born to produce testosterone – which wars against women. Men are born to war against women. Men are primordially a war against women, a biological war against women.

This war against women, originating at the biological level, originating at the microlevel – is amplified into men’s war against women at the sociopolitical level, at the macrolevel – that everyday bullshit we know. That everyday bullshit we know is but the long shadow of males’ core war.

Women fail to understand this. Even feminist-leaning women constantly wayside themselves into an endless brain loop by analyzing and philosophicating ad nauseum about the sociopolitical level, the macrolevel, with particular fascination with males’ macrolevel psych-ops on females, which they then waste their entire life-energy trying to change. Males won’t change. The idea is in fact absurd. Feminist-leaning women exhaust themselves trying to fix – not the problem, – but the shadow of the problem. In the West starting in the 1870/1880s, women campaigned for men to be less lecherous, and, failing that, a century later, starting in the 1970/1980s, women tried to become as lecherous as men – in either case not getting that these equally ridiculous attempts at “equality” are way off target, “equality” being a dudebro concept which doesn’t even fit into this picture. (“Equality” is a much-contemplated but never in fact achieved idea (because: biology) between the alpha-patriarchy and all subordinate and disgruntled beta-patriarchy members). The problem with males is not that they are too lecherous or that women aren’t lecherous enough. The problem with males is biology. Feminist-leaning women fail to spend what would be far-more-productive brain-time deliberating on this fact: Being a human male is a genetic condition, a genetic condition wielding a proprietary biochemistry, a proprietary biochemistry for warmongering against females – and every other fucking thing. – Men have always warred against women. — And always will. — Men must – to keep us making them. – As Trust Your Perceptions will show, men’s war against women is in fact, ultimately, men’s war for control of the genome.