Karla Avelar survived a serial killer, gang attacks, and four years in a Salvadoran prison to become a trans activist on the global stage. J. Lester Feder and Nicola ChÃ¡vez Courtright report from El Salvador.
SENSUNTEPEQUE, El Salvador — Karla Avelar had a backache when she reached the Sensuntepeque Penal Center, a cluster of cinderblock buildings perched on the side of a lush green valley near El Salvador’s border with Honduras. So, after lunch, she took off her shirt and lay facedown on the cement floor of a room that doubles as activity space and cafeteria. Five women in bright makeup gave her a head-to-toe massage. They used hand cream as massage oil and placed a small candle over the knot in her back to draw out the pain.
Avelar was so at ease inside the prison that it is hard to imagine that she was regularly raped and tortured while she was incarcerated there between 1996 and 2000. Avelar, now 37 years old, was one of the many trans sex workers from San Salvador, El Salvador’s capital, who has done time there over the past several decades. The ones who passed through there around the same time as Avelar report being abused by guards and pressed into a kind of slavery by the gangs who controlled the prison.
Those days are over, thanks in part to a legal complaint Avelar herself filed after her release. The women who rubbed her back on her recent visit, just before Christmas, are among the roughly 50 inmates who live in Sector 2, a special unit that houses trans women along with a handful of gay men. They still interact with the other prisoners in some common areas — several of them have boyfriends in the men’s unit, and the prison supplies them with condoms — but they live and sleep in a part of the prison that is walled off from the men’s unit for their safety.
“Today there is no rape,” said one 25-year-old inmate who gave her name as Kendra. Kendra said she was subject to some verbal abuse when she first arrived in 2010 — a guard forced her to kneel for two hours while hurling homophobic insults at her — but Avelar came to see her and helped put a stop to it. The sealing of Sector 2 in that same year coincided with a decision by the prison administration to move the gang members out of the prison, which also went a long way to improving the trans and gay inmates’ situation.
Many of them have stories much like Avelar’s: Thrown out of home at an early age, they got by as sex workers, and survived rape or run-ins with gangs before landing in Sensuntepeque. They look to Avelar as a cross between a godmother and an advocate, able to win concessions from the prison administration that they could never get on their own. During the December visit, Avelar delivered a petition from the residents of Sector 2 to the warden asking that they be allowed to join the women’s unit for a Christmas pageant. He agreed to it in writing on the spot.
“They’re a little afraid of me because I’ve gotten them to remove certain guards,” she told BuzzFeed News during the three-hour drive to the prison from San Salvador. “So with me, [the guards] are all like, â€˜Hello, NiÃ±a Karlita,'” greeting her with an affectionate nickname.
In a country where HIV and violence claims so many trans women’s lives that there are few trans women in San Salvador over the age of 35, it’s remarkable that Avelar is even still alive. She was raped and threatened with murder for the first time when she was 10, has survived at least three murder attempts as an adult, and has lived with HIV that went untreated for more than 13 years. Since 2008, she has run the trans rights organization she founded in San Salvador, known by the acronym COMCAVIS Trans. She regularly travels around the world to make the case for trans rights before international human rights bodies.
Avelar is part of a generation of trans activists in El Salvador, most of whom never finished primary school. They have won some substantial victories — including a directive issued by the government in 2010 prohibiting discrimination on the grounds of sexual orientation and gender identity in government jobs — even though human rights advocates consider El Salvador one of the most dangerous countries in the Americas for LGBT people. Based on media reports, COMCAVIS has documented at least twelve women and two gay men were killed in 2014, a figure they believe understates the actual number of murders.
“In terms of Karla’s transformation, I can say, â€˜Wow, when I’m all grown up I want to be just like her’ — only that she’s younger than me,” said William HernÃ¡ndez, who founded El Salvador’s first LGBT rights organization in 1994, Entre Amigos (which translates to “Among Friends”).
“We met her on the streets,” Hernandez said. “We knew the comings and goings of all of the things she lived through.” Now, he marvels at seeing her in meetings seated next to ambassadors and cabinet ministers. “And she’s not just sitting there — she’s actually expressing herself, making decisions and laying the cards on the table.”
Avelar was born in Chalatenango, a rural district just to the northwest of the one that houses the Sensuntepeque prison. She left home when she was 10 years old, after the second time her cousin raped her in their family house. Another cousin used to shoot at her from time to time — and finally told her to get out.
“My cousin warned me that if I didn’t leave home he’d kill me, because in his family there were only machos,” Avelar said. She was dressing as a boy at the time, she said, but “I wasn’t fooling anybody. … In my town, in my neighborhood, everybody stopped calling me â€˜Carlos’; they called me â€˜Karla’ instead. Or â€˜the faggot.'”
She left without enough money for bus fare, so she started walking toward San Salvador. She walked for a day and a half before reaching Apopa, a town just outside the capital, arriving at around 11 p.m. A man took pity on her and paid for her to take a bus the rest of the way. She spent the next six months sleeping in the San Salvador bus station or on the street, feeding herself from the trash.
She eventually saved up a little money from begging and bought a case of Coca-Cola, and began a business selling soda in one of the city’s largest markets. There she met a woman named MarÃa who took her in but made her work a grueling schedule of domestic chores.
The woman’s son also raped her, Avelar said, “but I stayed there because I didn’t know what else to do.”
One of her most dangerous chores was buying tortillas. MarÃa’s house was in a neighborhood controlled by the 18th Street gang, but the tortillerÃa was in territory of the rival Mara Salvatrucha (MS). On one of these tortilla runs, a group of MS members grabbed her and took her to a place where she said about 15 men raped her. There were more waiting their turn, but she found the courage to make a break for it.
She returned to homelessness shortly after. That’s where she first met another trans woman, named Diana, who invited Avelar to come along with her when she worked the streets. Avelar discovered that sex work finally gave her a way to earn money on her own and a little bit of control over her life.
“I was young [and] I made money,” she said.
Avelar stayed friends with Diana until about eight years ago, when Diana was killed by her partner, a police officer. They had no real name for what they were at the time they first met. Most of the trans women in San Salvador were lumped into the category of “homosexuals” or they called themselves “locas,” which literally means “crazy women” but often is used to mean something similar to “fag.”
“At that time, we didn’t even know that we were â€˜trans’ or that we were the subjects of rights or anything,” Avelar said.
Many of the trans sex workers who were already working in San Salvador when Avelar entered the business in 1990 remember those years as the tail end of a golden age. A civil war raged in El Salvador from the early 1980s until 1992, but the capital itself was comparatively peaceful and home to a thriving red-light district where gay men were relatively open and trans sex workers enjoyed steady business from the soldiers and police. There were a few strips where they worked, but the center of activity was a four-block area known as the Praviana. The women who spent time there in the ’80s and early ’90s estimate that in an area of about four blocks, anywhere from 70 to 90 trans women lived, most of them sex workers in the neighborhood’s hotels.
Avelar was too intimidated by the other trans women to work in the heart of the Praviana. The veterans didn’t exactly welcome her with open arms — they bullied her ruthlessly, calling her “la machorra” (“the dyke”) because she wore short hair.
The “trans women who had been there a long time … would walk up and steal my money — sometimes they would even leave me naked,” Avelar said. Once, a woman waved a machete in her face and told her she “had a pretty face for slicing up into little pieces.”
Avelar eventually learned to fight back, and she began dishing out the same kind of abuse to the women who had treated her so badly. But this was as the Praviana began to decline in the 1990s. Many of the women left for the United States, following a well-worn path that many Salvadorans took in the dangerous and unstable period as organized gangs tightened control of the country following the civil war.
And then there was the “Matalocas” — the “Trannykiller.” A serial killer started attacking trans women on the street in a series of drive-by shootings. He was said to have a wooden leg.
A man matching his description nearly killed Avelar in 1992. One night, Avelar said, she got into the car of a john who drove her to a secluded part of town after agreeing on a price. Her heart stopped when she went to go down on him and discovered he had an artificial leg.
“I touched his peg leg and I got scared,” Avelar remembered. “I said to myself, â€˜He’s already killed me.'”
She tried to act calm and finished the blow job, but he had noticed her panic. He pulled her off his penis, smacked her across the head with the butt of a pistol, and then made her get out of the car. That’s when “penetration occurred” she said, and then he forced her back into the car and promised to kill her if she tried to escape.
When they reached the outskirts of the city, she grabbed the wheel and crashed the car into the side of an overpass. She grabbed his gun as she leaped out of the car and threw it out of reach, but he had another one. He shot her nine times.
She survived, though she went into a lengthy coma. When she woke up, she got another piece of bad news. The doctors told her she was HIV-positive, though she said she was too scared to confront the diagnosis and did not seek treatment.
The shooting brought some reconciliation with her family. Officials could not find her next of kin while she was unconscious, so a television station broadcast her picture and asked anyone who knew her to contact the authorities. Her little brother saw the broadcast, and her grandmother broke down when she saw the picture of Avelar hooked up to medical equipment.
“When I came out of the comatose state, my grandmother was next to me,” Avelar said, her voice shaking. “That was the first time my grandmother saw me as a trans person. The truth is that the first thing I did was cry because I’d grown up with her, and I left without saying anything. The first thing she said to me was, I was her boy, and it didn’t matter what people said.”
The shooting helped draw Avelar into activism. Hernandez of Entre Amigos explained that the newly founded LGBT rights group had been looking for a case they could use to draw attention to the high rates of violence targeting LGBT people, but no one would go public. Avelar was the first of the Matalocas’ victims to survive who could identify him, and she wasn’t afraid of the attention. They held a press conference and released his name to the public. He was a high-ranking military official whom they had been able to identify based on his gun registration — the man even went to reclaim the firearm from police after the shooting.
Avelar and Entre Amigos immediately began receiving death threats, and they never denounced the perpetrator of a hate crime so publicly ever again. The man was never punished for the shooting.
Avelar returned to sex work after she recovered, but she became part of the first effort to organize a trans-rights group. It was called El Nombre de la Rosa, and split off from the gay-male-led group Entre Amigos in 1997, just after El Salvador’s first pride march.
It began almost like a union, said Paty HernÃ¡ndez, El Nombre de la Rosa’s lead organizer.
“The prostitutes would pay — we’d give a portion, a donation of what we made in the night,” she explained.
At first, government officials even refused to register the group as a nonprofit, saying its aims were “contrary to morality.” This was demoralizing at a time when trans women were vanishing rapidly from San Salvador. Between when El Nombre de la Rosa first organized in the late ’90s until HernÃ¡ndez launched an attempt to start a trans organization in 2003, the number of adult trans women known to activist groups in El Salvador dropped from around 200 to 40.
“We all felt disheartened,” HernÃ¡ndez said during an interview in Washington, D.C., where she decided to seek asylum in 2014. “Some of us came here [to the U.S.], fleeing. Others were dying of AIDS.” There was also a new wave of violence following the 1997 pride march.
“We came out of the caves,” she said. “Whenever there are marches there are more murders.”
Avelar missed the march. She was in prison.
One night in 1996, she was working a strip near a statue of Jesus Christ standing on top of a globe, El Salvador’s national symbol. Three gay men started taunting her and another trans woman she was with for wearing women’s clothes, Avelar said. The men grew more aggressive, and removed their belts as if they were going to whip them. Feeling in danger, Avelar said, she stabbed one of them after her friend fled. She was arrested and sent to Sensuntepeque.
The prison’s Sector 2 had been designated for gay and trans prisoners since at least the 1980s, though none of the activists or the inmates who did time there know exactly why the prison decided to give them their own space. But it didn’t offer any protection during the four years Avelar lived there. Sector 2 had its own sleeping area, but the detainees were not separate from the rest of the male prisoners, who could move freely throughout the prison. And many of the men were gang members, who came to and went from Sector 2 as they pleased.
“I was forced to act as a servant for the gang members,” Avelar said. “I would wash their clothes, shine their shoes … because if you didn’t do it, they would kill you. I also was forced to submit to their sexual demands.”
Avelar also remembers being tortured by the guards. On the December visit to the prison, Avelar pointed at a large almond tree gracefully shadowing the parking area behind the prison and recounted how a guard once hung her from it by her wrists for 24 hours as punishment for a small infraction. This was routine, she said.
The one inmate who overlapped with Avelar and is still incarcerated at Sensuntepeque also remembers this period of constant danger.
“Every day we were harassed and threatened,” said the 53-year-old woman who gave her name as Celeste during an interview in the prison’s activity room and cafeteria. She has a large scar across her nose and cheek from the altercation that first landed her in jail in 1989. “The men grabbed us by the hair and raped us … In that time, the authorities would not intervene. They would stay outside, watching.”
Avelar said it was during that time that she became determined to turn her life around when she got out. “That’s where … an internal change, a personal change began,” Avelar said. She confronted “the need to figure out what I would do when I got out of there, if I got out of there.”
It took her seven more years and two more murder attempts before she managed to change her life. She returned to sex work after she was released in 2000, and in 2006 gang members shot her five times for refusing to pay “rent” for working territory under their control. She survived, only for the same gang to attempt to finish the job in 2007 by stabbing her twice in the back while she was talking to a customer.
Leaving her old life first meant getting treatment for HIV. She had lost a terrifying amount of weight by the time she was released in 2000, and her health was “horribly bad,” Avelar said. Though her last stay in the hospital had been traumatic — they had refused to feed her until she got her own dishes, saying that she “could infect everyone” — she went to a hospital for a physical exam. She started antiretroviral therapy in 2006.
She also set up her own organization in 2008. Though the activists that formed El Nombre de la Rosa had started a new group by this time, called ASPIDH-Arcoiris, Avelar said that she had alienated them before she went to prison for being too pushy and not respecting consensus. At first Avelar’s COMCAVIS was funded the same way the other trans groups had been, with contributions from sex workers, until it got its first HIV intervention grant in 2011 through a USAID-backed program, funding it still receives. She had to teach herself how to do the paperwork to incorporate the organization and how to do accounting; she said the first time she tried to set up an Excel spreadsheet she broke down in tears.
COMCAVIS filed its first formal complaint against the prison with El Salvador’s Human Rights Ombudsman in 2010. They followed it with two more complaints in 2011 and 2014. First they won the incarcerated women the right to wear women’s clothes. Then a partition went up between Sector 2 and the men’s unit. Finally, the prison was forced to give the prisoners access to condoms.
Today COMCAVIS runs workshops for the residents of Sector 2 in partnership with two other LGBT organizations. Avelar visits a few times a year to check up on the residents. She now seems totally at ease chatting and laughing with the inmates, but she described breaking down in tears on her first visit in 2010, remembering walking through a gauntlet of punches from the other inmates when she was first locked up.
It’s a sign of how much safer the prison is because of these reforms that the trans and gay inmates’ biggest complaints today are about the isolation Avelar helped win for them. They’re not allowed to participate in the workshops that the prison runs for the men, for example, like hammock weaving or furniture building, so they come out of prison without any job skills.
“Nowadays, because there are no more gang members [in the prison], they’re asking not to be isolated,” Avelar said. “But the truth is that the correctional facility is obligated to guarantee the safety of all as much as possible.”
Her work remains dangerous and exhausting. Another trans activist named Tania VÃ¡squez was killed in 2013, and no one was ever punished. Avelar keeps a frenetic schedule, which has made it hard to stick to an HIV regimen that required taking pills six times a day; the backache the inmates were trying to massage away in December turned out to be the beginnings of an infection of her nervous system that put her in the hospital for a month before doctors switched her to a once-a-day regimen.
Avelar said she sometimes considers leaving the country. Even longtime activists like the founder of El Nombre de la Rosa and another trans rights organization called ASPIDH-Arcoiris, Paty HernÃ¡ndez, left in 2014 after 20 years of activism. Avelar seriously considered not returning during a recent trip to Sweden.
“What is happening to my sisters pains me,” she said. “More than courage, what [keeps me in El Salvador] is pride. … It is the strength of the claim that El Salvador has a debt to us.”
Nicola ChÃ¡vez Courtright co-directs the LGBTQI historical archive for the organization AMATE El Salvador, which runs workshops for residents of Sector 2 in collaboration with COMCAVIS and Entre Amigos.