Some people go through life without leaving the trench, and some people do not leave the battlefield. Maria Jose Sesé Mateo (Chapela, Redondela, 1965) was a woman of combat. At 18 he fell in love and went to live in Venezuela with his partner. There, for a decade, she was involved in associations of political denunciation and cultural movements before returning ten years later to her home, Chapela, with two children, Lucia and Joshua.
In Galicia he was part of the Occupied Social Center Ruela de Núñez for the defense of decent housing, he collaborated in the great social mobilizations of the beginning of the century, he participated in the lifting of the common grave in which his republican grandfather was shot in the Guerra Civil, Perfecto Méndez Pastoriza, was a defender of the rights of the workers as a delegate of the CIG union in Pescanova, her company, and was a member of the Donicela Feminist Coordinator: she defended the equal rights of women and men, she positioned herself in favor of divorce and abortion, she denounced gender violence and left everything in a struggle, the feminist, which she considered a priority in the mid-eighties.
While all this was happening, his personal life changed. He started a relationship with a man, Emilio Fernández Castro, 47 years old, with whom he had a son, Igor, in 2007. Years later he suffered serious back problems that he overcame thanks to various operations. Recovered, in 2015 she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She stayed in the last, exhausted, but healthy: the cancer had disappeared. This was how on February 20, 2017 the combatant Sesé Mateo could boast of having passed them all, until a traumatic rupture with the father of his young son.
That day, in the afternoon, she was in a supermarket in Chapela when he called her cell phone. "I leave you, this one is calling me asking where I am," he told a friend who found himself making the purchase, according to this woman told Faro de Vigo the next day. "This" was his ex-partner, Emilio Fernández, who did not overcome the separation and had left said days before to an acquaintance: "Because we have a common son, that if he did not put a bomb and burst it with everything". That day his son in common, Igor, did not return home with him; Emilio left him at his parents' house and returned alone to Chapela's house when Sesé was not there. There he cut the rubber to two cylinders and emptied a can of gasoline. Sesé Mateo, 52 years old, who had defended himself tooth and nail from death, could not defend himself from life. And that's how everything that did not get cancer in two years, got machismo in one day.
The house flew through the air that night. He lifted part of the roof, destroyed the facade and pulverized the walls. Sesé could not get rid of his killer even in his final. As Cristina Huete informed in EL PAÍS, Emilio Fernández's corpse had an arm over the victim's waist. The forensics found slight bruises on the head and neck of Sesé, and claimed that she was beaten before the explosion. The position of the assassin's arm was attributed to a struggle or to the shock wave that sent them both leaving them in that position. For hours, the firefighters looked through the rubble for the little boy, fearing the worst, until he was notified that he was safe at his grandparents' house.
You might think that the story ends here, in a life more cut off by gender violence, but none does it, as remembered Joshua, the eldest son, in the Senate a year ago in a conference on orphans of victims of sexist violence: "The murderer of my mother used butane gas cylinders and gasoline to kill her, to destroy, burn and blow up our home (...) With 25 years I had to take care of my little brother, a job of 24 hours and seven days a week (...) I feel abandoned, my ten year old brother is abandoned, my family is abandoned (...) I had to call a maze of doors to solve various procedures: the insurance of a house in the name of a murderer, who does not take charge because it was suicide, the inheritance tax, the declaration of heirs, we had no will, the cancellation of debts, the guardianship of my brother, take care of a house. (...) A thousand and one procedures with the financial outlay that they entail, I am 26 years old! ", And when he said this, his voice broke.
What nobody counted was Sesé Mateo. The woman, who died in 2017, had not said her last word. He has not even said it now, as the poet Miriam Ferradáns writes. In an article published in Journal of Pontevedra, the journalist Ramón Rozas gives an account of a detail. In that house destroyed by a bombing, among rubble of stones and remains of what was once the home of a family, miraculously survived a notebook of red covers. "He was in his room, one of the parts less damaged by the fire, among magazines still wet by the water of the firemen," Joshua tells EL PAÍS. They were poems written and corrected in squared sheets that show the personal and social evolution of Sesé, and teach after his death all that remained of his life. "I am a valued and valued human being. / I am always treated with respect / I am trained and have power / I support other women / I have the right to set limits / with respect to the behavior of others / Everyone respects my limits (...) I am free to be everything I can be, "he wrote in 1989, when he was 24 years old.
With all that work a book has been published, No way to go, by the hand of her daughter and her children, and by women linked to the culture such as Sonia Díaz, Helena Torres, Olga Nogueira, Anxos Sumai and Carme Vidal. They are poems in Galician and Castilian gathered in a volume that can be bought in www.sesemateo.es or in the presentations that will be organized in the next dates in Galicia; costs 10 euros donated to the Fundación Mujeres, which will be allocated to orphaned children caused by sexist violence through the Soledad Cazorla Prieto Scholarship Fund.
"Outside the bodies are destroyed and their official language, their order of centuries," wrote Matthew. "My mouth is full of words / to build life again / the same as I want. / And my breasts are more beautiful / because they did not surrender (...) Of everything for everyone / of good futures ", he wrote, after getting rid of cancer, days before his murder. Now, Sesé returns to the battlefield: who did not know the trench in life, will not know it either in death. In one of the verses of No way to go is an exact description of his biography: "Make love, make war."