Returning from our trip to Mexico, we see that Americans are gawking at – or turning their faces away from – TV images of the protests over the outrageous news from Ferguson. Michael Brown was another (and there have been many since) in a long list of unarmed Black men murdered by the police. Hundreds of grieving families because of our refusal to confront the racist foundations of our society and our continual denial of death.
Mexicans have also been in the streets for months now, protesting the 43 lost students of Ayotzinapa. These murders have entered the national psyche, added to the over 100,000 deaths of the drug cartel wars. One hundred thousand grieving families because of America’s insatiable demand for cocaine.
Mexico is a culture familiar with death, and it is a people who know how to grieve. Here are some photos we took in a three-week trip to Mexico City, San Miguel de Allende, Oaxaca and the small village of Teotitlan del Valle:
I’ll be writing more about Mexico soon. In the meantime, check out the blog of our good friend Jesse Moore, an ex-pat living in San Miguel: