...but it sounds like she never, indeed, backed-down.
Dr. Maria Santos Gorrostieta's stabbed, burned, battered, bound, and dead body was found dumped along a roadside in Mexico last week, 8 days after she was abducted while driving her young daughter to school; the 36-year old ex-Mayor of Tiquicheo, Mexico, reportedly pleaded with the drug gang who had ambushed her to let her daughter go, they did, and she got into a vehicle with them voluntarily.
Gorrostieta, after she had won her Mayorship and had pledged to never back down from the cartels, had already survived 2 previous attacks on her life by the goons - in the first attempt her husband was killed and the second one left her scarred for life...
...including the need to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of her life:
After that second attack, the Doctor provided the pictures above and told the press:
The Mexican people have lost yet another hero...
...rest well, intrépido patriota.
Dr. Maria Santos Gorrostieta's stabbed, burned, battered, bound, and dead body was found dumped along a roadside in Mexico last week, 8 days after she was abducted while driving her young daughter to school; the 36-year old ex-Mayor of Tiquicheo, Mexico, reportedly pleaded with the drug gang who had ambushed her to let her daughter go, they did, and she got into a vehicle with them voluntarily.
Gorrostieta, after she had won her Mayorship and had pledged to never back down from the cartels, had already survived 2 previous attacks on her life by the goons - in the first attempt her husband was killed and the second one left her scarred for life...
...including the need to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of her life:
After that second attack, the Doctor provided the pictures above and told the press:
At another stage in my life, perhaps I would have resigned from what I have, my position, my responsibilities as the leader of my Tiquicheo.
But today, no. It is not possible for me to surrender when I have three children , whom I have to educate by setting an example, and also because of the memory of the man of my life, the father of my three little ones, the one who was able to teach me the value of things and to fight for them.
Although he is no longer with us, he continues to be the light that guides my decisions.
I struggle day to day to erase from my mind the images of the horror I lived, and that others who did not deserve or expect it also suffered.
I wanted to show them my wounded, mutilated, humiliated body, because I’m not ashamed of it, because it is the product of the great misfortunes that have scarred my life, that of my children and my family.
Despite my own safety and that of my family, what occupies my mind is my responsibility towards my people, the children, the women, the elderly and the men who break their souls every day without rest to find a piece of bread for their children.
Freedom brings with it responsibilities and I don’t dare fall behind. My long road is not yet finished - the footprint that we leave behind in our country depends on the battle that we lose and the loyalty we put into it.
The Mexican people have lost yet another hero...
...rest well, intrépido patriota.