Nun Tortured and Gang Raped in Guatemala in 1989 (Updated)


Sister Ortiz


“I intend to speak the truth to you tonight. It’s not pleasant, and certainly for me…It’s very painful. However, it is my hope, my prayer, that by being here tonight, I can open the door, provide you with a tiny glimpse of the tortured and of our moral and Christian responsibilities, to not only oppose, but to prevent torture.”

Sister Dianna Ortiz, a Catholic nun, traveled to Guatemala in 1987 in order to teach children literacy, living in a more natural way and setting. For example, she enjoyed “Washing clothes in the river.” Consequently, Guatemala was in a civil war, “One that the United States secretly funded,” she said. Massacres, death threats, and disappearances were commonplace.


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In the late 1970s, when Carter’s human rights coordinator, Pat Derian, criticized the Argentine military for its “dirty war” — tens of thousands of “disappearances,” tortures and murders – then -political commentator Reagan joshed that she should “walk a mile in the moccasins” of the Argentine generals before criticizing them.

Despite his aw shucks style, Reagan found virtually every anticommunist action justified, no matter how brutal. From his eight years in the White House, there is no historical indication that he was troubled by the bloodbath and even genocide that occurred in Central America during his presidency, while he was shipping hundreds of millions of dollars in military aid to the implicated forces.

The death toll was staggering — an estimated 70,000 or more political killings in El Salvador, possibly 20,000 slain from the contra war in Nicaragua, about 200 political “disappearances” in Honduras and some 100,000 people eliminated during a resurgence of political violence in Guatemala.

The government of Guatemala felt threatened by her educating the Mayan children; thus, they sent her death threats. Perhaps they knew that she knew the United States underRonald Reaganwas secretly funding the war, as she says in the video. Whatever the case, she remained feeling confident that her American citizenship and status as a nun would keep her safe from bodily harm. Contrary to those hopes, she was abducted on November 2nd, 1989 and taken to be tortured by Guatemalan forces whose “boss was an American.” They took her to a location blindfolded, then began torturing and raping her.

They burned her with cigarettes if she answered “incorrectly” to questions in a sick game. A doctor counted 111 burns on her back alone. She also said she was gang raped, and wouldn’t talk of it any further.


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HORRIBLE TORTURE

The 35-year-old Roman Catholic nun had testified that she was

kidnapped by men in uniform from a convent in Antigua, about 30 miles

from Guatemala City. She said her captors beat and raped her, burned

her 111 times with cigarettes and lowered her into a pit filled with

human bodies and rats.

While pathological gratifications were the tortures’ ends, paramount was halting the development of literacy and intellectual development of the Mayan children, and who knows what else. Evil – she said the torture was evil. And the agony still breaths in her little frail frame of a body as she speaks of it in the video, while having spoken of the “moral and Christian responsibilities” to prevent and oppose torture – courageously.

To conclude, torture is un-American as well as immoral and evil. Tragically, Alyssa Peterson knew it was immoral, un-American, and evil in my opinion.


Why did Army specialist Alyssa Peterson die? Intrepid reporter says she killed herself after objecting to interrogation techniques

Why else would she take her own life rather than torture someone?

My answer is, she refused to wear the blindfold that the un-American, immoral, and evil sons-of-bitches tried to force her to wear.


The Blindfold’s Eyes

The Blindfold’s Eyes is the searing memoir of Sister Dianna Ortiz, an American nun who was abducted and tortured in Guatemala. Her ongoing search for healing and justice offers proof that at the core of the human spirit there is a force stronger than violence and fear.

Quiet Reflections: Approach of Winter

I live in the lovely San Francisco Bay Area. There are marvellous things to be said for this heart of liberalism. Having 4 seasons is not one of the things you will find here!

Growing up in the intermountain states of Utah, Colorado and Wyoming mostly, I loved the seasons. There is a crispness in the air for autumn, the leaves are crunchy on the streets, and no matter your age you have fun kicking and crunching autumn leaves.

In Utah Halloween always seemed to get the first snow in the valley. Although a dusting of snow always was there on top of the Wasatch mountains.

I loved vacationing, and still do, in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado (southwest corner) in the autumn. The knees have gotten a little old for skiing, but Telluride is spectacular in late September and early October as well!

*San Juan Mountains ~ Aspens and Snow*

Despite the political bent of most people in Utah, the country is beautiful. And fortunately for most of us that love the out of doors the wingnuts tend to stay in the cities. People that hang out in the off road part of the mountains tend to a little more on the independent thinking side of the spectrum.

*Wasatch Mountains ~ Autumn Leaves and Snow*

The turning of the seasons is deep in our souls if we listen to it. For a couple of months my inner voice kept saying it was time to get ready for winter. Perhaps the genetic memory of our ancestors flows deeper than most will acknowledge. A time to be out of doors when necessary and nesting in our own dens when the cold and dark descends upon us.

This is just a mini break from politics…a time to reflect on the best parts of autumn and winter.

A few of my favorite parts of winter
. Hot Chocolate, with just a bit of whipped cream
. Warm quilts to snuggle under…
. A fire on a stormy day, with a good book in hand of course!
. Warm, preferably fuzzy sweaters…kind of like kitty fur next to the skin.
. Baking spicy cookies and cakes. What is there about the smell of warm cinnamon on a cold day that makes me feel safe?
. Walks in the snow after a cold night…and crunching the icy layer on top

What are your favorite things…and pictures are most welcome!

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