Saturday, April 28

Don't tell me that's the question everybody asks

The following is paraphrased from a passage in journalist John Gibler's book, "To Die in Mexico."
A 69-year-old Mexican man living in Ciudad Juarez got sick of people dumping dead bodies around his house. He put up a sign that said "PROHIBITED: Littering and dumping corpses." It didn't matter. In the 23 months that followed, he found four more dead bodies. Then, in Oct. 2008, in the middle of the day, a group of men shot him as he stood on his doorstep. Two months later, they killed his daughter, dumping her body beneath the "prohibited" sign. A day later, the daughter's sister and friend were walking in the dead daughter's funeral procession. Armed men killed them both, shooting more than 20 bullets from AK-47s into their bodies. In order, the names of the family members killed are: Francisco Maria Sagredo Villarreal, Cinthia Sagredo Escobedo, and Ruth Sagredo Escobedo. 

I do not understand.

My parents taught me to respect the neighbors, to leave the dog alone when the sign said so, to play nice with the kids down the street, to leave alone the lines the fence drew. What parents, what people in this world, could raise children who murder? And not just murder, but murder like that? And children whose reactions, when faced with a simple man's sign that tells them what they're doing is wrong on so many levels, is to do it all the more, and even worse?

Do not tell me that's just the way it is. That their parents were probably high on the very drugs that pay for their children's guns. Or that they didn't have the Church, and it's such a shame, and whatever.

Do not try to answer those questions unless what you say is a way to make it better.

Sunday, April 22

Exploration

Finding that other people
(and ourselves)
are more
(and less)
than we expect.

Thursday, April 19

When Shy Flies

Look in my eyes
Know I'm alive
Don't ever deny

The presence of the sky
The color of your tie

The wrongness of this real

Monday, April 16

My Political Views

Are my own.
Leave them alone.

They are young -
Not fledgling.
They need no parents but me.

Saturday, April 14

From the Space Needle

Do they know their city sparkles?

And that as they fight this night,
their electric light is one star in the sky for a hundred other eyes?

Tuesday, April 3

Aquí

El hombre más inteligente que conozco,
Cuando hablamos del genocidio,
Responde con eso: ¿qué sé yo?

Decisions

Journalism:
I'd ask you to let go of me.
But without my right eye, I couldn't see.