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On 30 April, asked me: 'Dad, why do you're going to march on May 8? "The answer was, in principle, quite simple:" for peace, love, a peace with justice and dignity, with hope ... but above all because of you. "You, my young son, whom" small "and you only have the nickname, smiled approaching the corners of your lips to the corners of brightness your eyes and keep playing. I kept thinking, however, a more complex response.
Without knowing exactly why, my mind went to the afternoon of December 1, 2006, when Felipe Calderon was sworn in as president of Mexico surrounded by soldiers of the Presidential in a ceremony that lasted barely, barely five minutes. A few days later, presented a proposal for Congress to cut millions of dollars to education and culture in the next fiscal year and increase resources to the armed forces and, if not bad memory, it would not even a month for acting as supreme commander of the same ordered what would become his first hit the hornet's nest of organized crime in Mexico, precisely in its home state.
been a little over four years since. Sample buttons which means their "strategy" against organized crime are the order of the day in the national press and foreign occupying the sensationalist headlines, his "courage" and his "vision" to deal with endemic as the drug trade are clear, first, in the militarization that has plunged the country and the other in the place it occupies Joaquin El Chapo Guzman Forbes list , and his associates and accomplices in power, sometimes Republican, sometimes factual, with whom he has agreed to reduce the nation pieces have not stopped cashing in their policy of "errors" especially the PRI (the largest criminal organization in the country), which looks like a vulture falling from The Eagle's Throne. I think
Tower, one of my first cities to adopt, and what have become organized crime and the calculations of those from business and political class have been associated with it. I think in Cuernavaca, another of my adoptive city, and when to be a place where families lived some of the drug lords was still the city of eternal spring and not the eternal shooting que es ahora. Pienso en Mérida, la más reciente de mis ciudades adoptivas, y la miro como alguna vez miré a Cuernavaca y a Torreón, y pregunto: ¿la tortura hasta la muerte del hijo de quién, el secuestro impune del papá de quién, la violación sexual a la compañera de quién, la prostitución forzada de la hija de quién debemos esperar para entender que urge detener la galopante estupidez que nos desgobierna?
El próximo 8 de mayo, a eso de las 5 de la tarde, yo también saldré a las calles para vestir mi palabra de silencio ante la sordera de aquellas y aquellos políticos y empresarios, legales e ilegales, criminales todos, a los que les vale madres que estemos hasta the mother, but especially in the face of indolence and stupidity of those who remain with folded arms until the death knock at the door of their homes. So add my steps to the good and honest people who marched for peace and against impunity in the officially named "City of Peace" also called the White City: Merida, Yucatan.
'll go to the "top" of the Paseo Montejo, next to the monument to the ladies and lords of power and money erected the genocidal whose name gives name to the street to remind us that the crime and impunity have historical roots in these lands, and along with my steps, I will offer my hands, my heart and my thoughts to honor the memory of the thousands of people that this war has robbed us from Tijuana to Tapachula, walking in the distance with your friends and family to demand a halt to the price in blood that we are paying around the trade of a commodity that is perversely forbidden to beat the street and other public spaces to apathy, indifference is also violence ... for you, son, you can grow in a city that can be called of peace because it will do so with dignity and not with the hypocrisy of those who shuts his eyes, as I said Benedetti, do not look dirty fingernails misery.
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