When I lived in Mexico City, in my college days, such displays of affection didn’t seem remarkable. Only after I had lived in America, where it’s rare to see couples kiss in public, and then returned to Mexico City, did I notice this disparity.
All the questions were really interesting to me but there was one that I couldn’t answer: what can reporters in Mexico do to write about drug trafficking without running the risk of being killed?
Some spokespersons hardly ever deal with reporters and when they do, they take a whole day to respond if not multiple days. Once, when one of them finally called me back, I told him I was going to throw a party.
I feel sad to see our legislators wasting precious time fighting against the confirmation of a capable Latino leader who is willing to break ranks, an uncommon and much needed trait in the State Capitol.
Now more than ever, the poor need reporters to express their grievances and to put pressure on politicians to work on solutions.
My favorite place was George Washington’s house in Mount Vernon, Virginia. The house itself isn’t too big, but every room has its own fire place. I imagine that was the only way to survive the severe winter.
It is true that undocumented immigrants have violated laws when they crossed the border without a visa, but this situation cannot be fixed by attacking the weak link in the chain.
There is nothing in the bill for the 12 million undocumented immigrants. They will continue to live in the shadows, condemned to go to the emergency room in extreme cases or in the best case scenario, to community clinics.