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[folkfashion]

Ixil Maya girl, Guatemala, by Alexander Khimushin

[saddayfordemocracy]

On August 10, Benoît Maria, a human rights defender who worked with the Ixil and Q'eqchi indigenous communities of Guatemala in defense of their rights and in the sustainable and community development of their agriculture, was assassinated.

Image Credit: @SaraCurruchich

[allthingslinguistic]

Between May 5 and June 9, more than 2,000 immigrant families were stopped at the U.S.-Mexico border. Government agents and agencies have failed to identify Indigenous individuals and families after apprehension and because many Indigenous migrants speak neither English or Spanish, language barriers can lead to human and Indigenous rights violations and increase the risk for family separations. According to a 2015 report by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), K’iche’, Mam, Achi, Ixil, Awakatek, Jakaltek and Qanjobal — Mayan dialects spoken in what is currently Guatemala and southern Mexico — were “represented within the ICE family residential facilities.” In Latin America, at least 560 Indigenous languages are spoken by 780 different tribal and ethnic groups. For ICE, Indigenous languages pose a challenge for interpreters. However, data on Indigenous language speakers encountered by law-enforcement officials at the border are held by Customs and Border Protection, which did not respond to requests for those statistics. “There’s certainly been an increase (in Indigenous language speakers),” said John Haviland, an anthropological linguist at University of California, San Diego and Tzotzil interpreter. “No question at all.” [...] Haviland provides interpretation services for Homeland Security, court proceedings and medical situations. He said that because of language barriers, child separation — at least in the case of Indigenous families who speak no Spanish or English — had been a common practice, at least anecdotally, even before the Trump administration’s policy. “A massive number of family law cases basically end up with children being taken away,” said Haviland. “They do it more often with Indigenous migrants than with Spanish migrants, and the reason is very simple: Nobody can actually contradict the claim that can be made by social services that an Indigenous mom is an incompetent mom, because basically, they can’t talk to the mom.” People are logged in the system by nationality, not tribal affiliation. That means Indigenous legal frameworks, international standards and human rights can be ignored by federal agencies. “The question of Indigeneity in Latin America is very different than it is in the countries that were colonized by Great Britain,” said Rebecca Tsosie, regents’ professor of law and faculty co-chair of the Indigenous People’s Law and Policy Program at the University of Arizona. “We see a community that still speaks their Indigenous language, that still dresses the way they have always dressed. That’s the demarcation that, culturally, they’ve remained distinct.” In the U.S., she said, Indigeneity is seen more as a political identity. “So, if you’re not an enrolled member of a federally recognized tribe, eyebrows go up: Are you really Indigenous?” she said. “There are politics around Indigeneity, and it revolves around the United States’ framework. So, the idea is one of exceptionalism.” This becomes an issue when applying international standards, like the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous People, which the United States endorsed in 2010. Under the declaration, Indigenous peoples have a collective status and hold rights as a collective people. It also states that Indigenous people have a right to stay in their family unit without impairment. “The Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous People would say that is a violation of their human rights,” said Tsosie. “They have a right to exist in their family unit without the government breaking that up.”

Indigenous immigrants face unique challenges at the border: Language barriers mean Indigenous families may be more likely to be split up. 

[thiscaminocalledlife]

Hija, Mamá, Abuela: Presentación y petición ante el altar de un lugar sagrado / Daughter, Mother, Grandmother: Presentation and petition before the altar at a sacred place #traditions of the #ixil #maya

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My #slimeboys #bonding with their slime buddies, I'm not sure which floating head is in #ixil s lap and #Bory stole his #slime, I love my #slimebabies #bjd #resinsoul #abjd #custombjd #monsterdolls

[ferncer-ferst]

#delailah got her thorn crown and a cool new dread wig I'm in love with! #ixil waits patiently for #illo s clothing to come in so his brother can come sit with him...so ronery. #bjd #bjdphoto #legitbjd #dokudoll #dollchateau #resinsoul #monsterdolls (he's a slime monster and she's a cyclops alien!)

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Shelter (link on Ao3) The Icarus hunt. Jordan McKell/Ixil ab.900 words. soft. Mention of torture. May Trope Mayhem 23 Interspecies Relationship - 29. Bed sharing. My English is insecure, please pet it on the head (and correct it when it needs it!)

@ri-writing I did it again...it’s been a few months since I read the book, so I hope it’s not too OOC. And I took some liberties with the language (very low pressure fandom) so it’s maybe even less English than my other works. Hope you’ll like it!

I'm not usually one to brag, but I consider myself a decently sharp guy. I have a good reading of my surroundings, and a serious ability to evaluate any situation. It's a necessity in my line of work, and I had to rely more than once on my instincts and observation skills to not die, or worse. That's why it surprises me that I did not get it earlier. Granted, Ixil had always been very good at hiding his emotions under a chill expression. The reptile features help a great deal too.

Still, I had all the clues. After he rescued me from the Paath prison, gathering my broken body, I should have understood.

The time I spent at the sick bay to mend my wounds and fix my bones, I read the reports. Every time Ixil had to follow the trail of blood and information, only to arrive too late at the cell or the hold where I had been kept, getting the sensory input from Pax and Pix, all recorded in short sentences and precise words. Yes I had been there. Yes I had been tortured. Yes, I was already gone. Among the clinical reports, I should have noticed the few discreetly hurting adjectives, the verbs of a never ending quest, any small token of my existence, scraps of my shirt, strand of my hair, proof of my life, meticulously listed in the strictness of the computer.

I had been happy and relieved when he eventually found me, tired and broken, after weeks of a wicked hide and seek game, and I had not really paid a thought on what it could have mean for him. I can recall the moment of my liberation, when he opened my manacles with an electric tool, my iguana-faced warrior in his shiny armor. Kalixes don't cry.

He helped me out of the cage, carrying more than half of my weight, and never let me go until I was secure under medical expertise. He had kept me under his surveillance, checking on me more often than needed, sleeping on the too small chair by my side. His face usually gives nothing.

The ferrets had started to check on me at night, sniffing the bandage on my neck and stomach, putting the little wet nose on my face, and running up my legs and my chest, as to assure themselves that I was alive. Even then, I did not right away make the connection. Ixil asked me about the nightmare, and I shrugged. He was as tired as me, but less damaged and, again, it was less visible. The ferrets kept coming at night, but no more on a reconnaissance mission. They were petting me, head bumping my chin, my cheek, my lips, trying to give me comfort and reassurance. Three full night's with restless ferrets, all alarmed every time I let escape a painful whine, and more clingy than an earth kitten.

I understood. I refused to believe it. I got my hopes up. I made a crazy decision.

I scooped Pix who was trying to hide under my arm, and Pax who had been half asleep, their little head nested on my groin, and limped to Ixil's bunk. I waited ten seconds until he realized my presence and woke up, and I felt a fleeting pride of knowing that he trusted me that much. Especially from a sleep that light. “I can't sleep with them. They move too much.” I put the two ferrets on his bed, but they kept trying to brush against my hand instead of settling against their master. Ixil averted his eyes, and that was a premiere.

- “I'm sorry. I'll try to keep them here. They had been distressed.”

I nodded.

- “Now, scoot over!”

Ixil looked up at me, he would have frowned if he had eyebrows.

- “Please ! We both need to sleep.”

I had just a flash of doubt before he leaned back a little, and opened the covers.

He was in his usual sleep clothes, soft shorts and a thin tank top strap-tied behind his neck, like the pretty girls' dresses, that let the ferrets the easiest access to his shoulders. I had opened a special Pandora box there, and I had things to unpack, with that warm tension in my belly when Ixil granted me access to his bed, all sleepy eyes, light clothes, and cool muscles. I settled in the bed, almost big enough for both of us, carefully arranging my limbs to avoid pressure on my left shoulder, and keep my right knee at a supportable angle.

The large frame of Ixil was encompassing all my back, my butt, my thighs, and I never felt as much as the little spoon than at that moment. Ixil closed his arm around my waist, and the bandage on my wrist caught on his skin, frailing the loose weave fabric. I felt him tense behind me, but his voice was perfectly measured.

- “Do you want me to cover the scales?”

I patted his arm, and pulled him a little more around me.

- “no, I just want to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow.”

I realized that I had just demanded access to my direct superior’s bed. Pix and Pax couldn't care less, they had curled up at our feet and were already snoring lightly.

I don’t know if Ixil smiled. I did.

May Trope Mayhem 2023

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