This week Malaga has been shocked by another case of domestic violence, with the added tragedy of a child being involved.
Estefanía was only 26 when, on Monday, her life was taken away along with that of her five-year-old son. Now, in a prison cell for their murders is the man she had once loved, whom she had known all her life.
Decades ago, when one didn’t ‘interfere in domestic affairs between a man and his wife’ (to quote Tracy Chapman’s Behind the Wall, a song that still sends shivers down my spine), this might have been called a crime of passion.
Millennia ago, it would have been the inevitable final scene of a Greek tragedy. The hero’s love is so powerful he has to kill. Tragic, but inevitable.
But this is the 21st century. Neither love nor passion can be mitigating circumstances in a murder trial. Women are not possessions men can do what they like with. The death of a woman at the hands of her ex- or current partner is certainly tragic, but should not be inevitable. A man who says ‘If I can’t have her, no one can’ is not a hero in a love story.
They say the answer is education, but how many generations will it take before little boys and girls grow up seeing each other as equals in terms of rights, respect and love in a relationship?
What have the children in La Luz learned from this week’s events? That their friend from school has ‘gone to heaven’ with his mummy. That they have to be careful not to make daddy cross. That these things happen.
They, the next generation, will be responsible for showing their children that these things don’t happen.