Hey kids. Let’s go straight to the point today:
I’m deeply haunted by the 72 bodies.
Don’t know what I’m talking about? Read here.
The victims were from El Salvador, Ecuador, Honduras and Brazil.
They had names. Families. Loves. Lives.
The image of their piled-up bodies is flashed up on the TV screen constantly here in Mexico.
Some of the bodies look like they are in the yoga position Child’s Pose.
But this is so very far, so truly far away from child’s play.
Mexico’s politicians come out all swagger and puffy-chested around SB1070. Thumping on desks and fiddling with expensive ties as they speak righteously into the microphones.
Of course. It is so much easier to appear fierce when it’s not your backyard.
The accountability and responsibility gets washed away in the rainstorms, leaving no trace.
No trace at all.