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Long ago echoes of an instructive,  harsh campesino father’s day, one that saved an opportunist’s life

We lay well up on a rising slope, chins on our crossed arms.  It was Father’s Day in the United Sates that morning.  But at that time in Mexico nobody paid that any attention.  Fathers didn’t seem to count.  “You see anything?” my companion said.   A hawk soared high on still wings noting us as he scanned the mountainside.  I nodded at the bird.  “There’s nothing to see.” 


Daring alchemists: thunderous funerals, soaring castles aflame with burning proverbs

The stuttery rains that have blown over the Cerrro de Santa Cruz some distance south of Guadalajara have been disappointing thus far (May 28). But campesinos there were so eager for the temporada de lluvias to begin, in any kind of way, that they celebrated extravagantly with a barrage of booking cohetes (skyrockets), a few pistol shots and not a little aguardiente — literally, firewater.

Corruption: Not ‘a cultural phenomenon’ as the chief executive once called it; instead it is death hidden in mass graves

For much of his life, President Enrique Peña Nieto dismissed Mexico’s destructive blight, corruption, as “a  cultural phenomenon.”   An unfortunate one, but so commonplace that Mexican business people – those citizens that evidently count – are blasé about it.  The less well-off tend to be angry about having to silently endure being robbed.

South of North – A young ‘Indian’ girl goes looking for a job among white Mexicans, finds Wixarika deities still the best help

A young Huichol girl, gripping a costal with a machete sticking out, sat at the far end of the cattle truck.  Forward, against the cab sat four mestizo workers.  All the Mestizos – driver and workers – called her “La India” and tried to talk to her.  Alma Rosa Molinas said nothing.  She pulled her poncho tight against the cold.  Only her eyes showed.