Good morning, everyone – today, I come to you with my hands in my heart. I often share stories of others – but today it is me who is speaking out and it is definitely one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I humbly ask for your support and for a moment of your time.
I am a survivor of domestic violence and abuse, one in a series of women this person has assaulted. My kids and I are safe but my economics and health have suffered greatly. I have come very far in many respects and worked to my best ability to maintain my family and support my people. But today I feel the need to share what I have been dealing with for the past few years and reach out to my tribe. I risk much in doing so.
For many reasons I have hesitated to speak out about what has happened to me. I have also gone back and forth about sharing my pictures with this post for many reasons. But I’ve come to realize that my story is as important as the stories that I love to help share. This person is being introduced to my community in Texas, putting girls and women at risk. He used to say “what happens in Mexico stays in Mexico”…but this time I am making sure it’s known because my sisters on both sides of the border are affected.
For the past four years I have been beat up, choked, humiliated, isolated, cheat on, and verbally dismantled by my former husband. I have been in a state of rolling emergency here in Mexico as I’ve done my best to manage this and other life situations while trying to meet the our needs for daily survival. I am not from Mexico nor do I have family here, but the people, communities, and places we have become a part of have been our lifeline.
This June my abuser Ce Acatl Borsegui fled to the United States to teach an inner-city youth summer program as part of a cultural exchange at MECA in Houston after a drug binge that nearly killed him and shortly after being caught soliciting sex from a middle girl student from a class he had been hired to teach in another town. She was not the first nor the last minor he’s gone after…as I am not the first (but hopefully the last) womyn he has beat up.
Outside of Mexico Ce Acatl Borsegui and the Borsegui family (aka Yetlanezi / Huehuetl / Totome) are known as experts of the indigenous music of Mesoamerica, a millennial conocimiento fused and based with the sacred. However, the path they walk in Mexico and away from their American funders is anything but sacred. Here in Jalisco, he and his father are known womanizers with a preference young girls so they try to work outside of the local area. They are not ceremony peoples, however the respect they solicit with regalia and burning incense during their music shows abroad makes people think otherwise. This is a different type of spiritual predation.
Currently he is being promoted to the Houston, Texas community as a community insider and supported by MECA, a multicultural arts organization in Houston, where he has spent the past several weeks teaching youth summer program. Alice Valdez, the director of the organization is aware of him but has recently extended his stay and continues to support and promote him. How many people die crossing the border while MECA sponsors his “cultural exchange” visas to cross and prey on women and young girls?
He is also publicly backed and supported by Joyce Day, a drum circle leader, and proudly self-proclaimed “groupie” of this “God” of indigenous music. They directly facilitate his access to girls, women, and hard drugs on the U.S. side whether they choose to believe it, deny it, or hide it. The way he has spoken of these women in front of me and my children would have them reconsider their positions at his back. Ce Acatl recently told me filthy things about something Joyce “gave“ to him (in more explicit sexual terms) when he was originally after her granddaughter that he dared me to repeat, saying no one would ever believe me. I have borne witness and listened to more filth than I can handle and been gaslit and manipulated to illness.
I have indirectly and quietly dealt with my pain for the past 4.5 years through my media projects but now I’m at a place where I clearly see that my silence, systemic silence, and the silence of those around him perpetuate violence in unimaginable scales. The attack against the sacred feminine is widespread in both the macro and the micro, regardless of what culture you are from, what gender you are, or your age. And no system nor tv channel news is going to save us from it. It is up to us to secure our sacred spaces.
Until now, the healing, danza, and ceremonial community the kids and I have become a part of here in Mexico has been integral our survival as have been the purchases of my books and music across my networks. My networks and body of work is unsupported by institutions and 100% community-driven. But the waves of violence over the last few months that have triggered my fibromyalgia have slowed me down considerably. My healing journey has shifted me from tech work to art that I will be sharing in the coming weeks. I have many stories to share. I would like to humbly ask for your support on behalf of myself and my kids as we stabilize and keep blossoming.
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Tlazocamati / gracias / thank you for your time, attention, and support.