Due to a bad habit learned from our arrival in Merida, Yucatan, on the eve of April 30, as almost every other night since we live in the capital of the statistically safest state in the country, my son and I continued until almost midnight entrance dining at a popular cafe located off the roundabout indicating "end or the beginning (I never understood what a fine) of the Paseo Montejo.
As is also our usual, confident, because In fact the streets of White City and fired an air of tranquility that even in dreams is seen in most of the rest of the country, confident, saying, that we are safe and can be relaxed, I sank into the computer following way news twitter about the rescue of Erika Ramirez and David Cilia, magazine reporters Contralínea , while returning to Addis world around the tree that stands proudly on the corner of the 47 with the base of the Paseo Montejo, where tends to surprise barricade José Ramón when they go to dinner with us.
is my habit (that yes, good practice) not too loose sight to always know where and what you are doing, so that when a state police patrol stopped where he was playing and got one of the two officers who were in it to tell you something, the bad thoughts came to mind bringing the mind those impromptu discussions with military checkpoints north of Cuernavaca, Morelos, on alleged "checkups" and secure individual rights violations over ten years.
However, the child away from the officers and for a moment I thought my paranoia had given of himself and on other occasions and asked probably unimportant. I returned the gaze the computer screen to see if there was anything new about what is happening in Oaxaca and went back to Addis look to see where he was, in that lower and raise the eyes, the child had come to the table we occupied to say that the police talk to me. What, I asked, from my gun.
Adis did not need to tell me more. I asked him not to continue, but to wait at the table as I spoke with the agent and walked to where the patrol was parked with the engine still running and turning lights on the awning on.
- What is it, officer? "Good
night, sir, "said the man in uniform holding out his hand gesture.
returned the gesture, reaching his hand with mine and repeated the question: What happens? And is that what happened was that Adis, his gun, with which he carried at least a half hour playing giving jumps and branching and desenramándose between Mr. tree hollows, had gone on to become a public menace.
I already imagined what it was all the story from the time the child replied, "my gun." But until that point I could see the extent of the situation: the bar is about the coffee had stopped his usual contraesquina scandal and parishioners watched from the terrace with eager curiosity to the site under the tree where the agent and I were talking, together, of course, the other two patrols that did that that slang known as "support."
-A couple who went in his car asked for assistance, as well as people from that bar and traffic camera and recorded what he said, can not walk in the street as if it carried a real gun.
was more that I did a fool and ask things like, "and if you walk in the street or not the cover, but I did, yes it is worth? "or, more seriously:" What was not obvious that the child was playing?, takes hours and out of these branches, the same as you have Last patrol, "and suddenly, good at first, becomes a suspect?" And I say was more because the idea crossed my mind that when these guys are called for in truth they are needed, never appear, should not be satisfied that they had finally responded to a call for help?
I thought the article I read Octavio Rodríguez Araujo, published this morning: "In military and rights constitutional "( La Jornada, 29/04/1910) and in the complex web of what happens in the mind of a so-called guardian of order subjected to a logic of war as dictated by our civil authorities accordance with the doctrines of our northern neighbor. And I put myself in the shoes of those who have come to see reduced his mental faculties, to the extent of believing that a child playing around a tree can be an ex-zeta in involution process to become in chimpanzees.
I do not know if I did well or not, but I told the officer that he understood perfectly. Anyway, what the hell does an 11 years that 2300 hours of swinging so far, not so far away, may seem like a real gun?: If your dad, or whoever, can be so irresponsible as to have him so late at night away from home your bed, or could be so stupid as to let him play with his .22 caliber revolver, what not?
is true, it sounds absurd, but probably the lady decked out than coming in late model truck reported it, they often leave their hunting rifle available to the angels of the house (not the first time something like this happen , just ask the maid of children Salinas de Gortari) ... sorry, I'm being sarcastic and, therefore, unfair. My only justification, and not enough as such, is that I never thought I would have a child, or whoever, could be playing with a real gun in the street if I'm so acomedido and I have the civil courage to call the police because I see a lad armed, perhaps I would have, too, doubt a little of what he saw as the first sounds stupid and see the scene more carefully, and I had realized it was just a child playing.
What I have in the head but not? ... No, no ... It sounds like shit, but it is not shit. What I have insurance, is fear. And fear, one can fail to see the obvious, believe the story that the motherland is in danger and lose sight of a health problem, such as consumption of narcotics and drugs, is a matter of national security, calling in the army or the result marina, if the military and allied themselves with the boss in chief of Time, and pass laws that criminalize all know that is fodder for the drug cartels: the hungriest ... because it is easier to destroy than to build more easier to kill than to educate, it is easier to deprive him of his liberty than to provide decent work with whom you can live decently.
That I have: fear. Did not vote fear that as electoral mythology Zedillo took the chair of the Eagle after the assassination of Colosio? Not the fear that Calderón waves as the reason of unreason to militarize the entire country? Not the fear that justifies the weekend the people who inhabit the former "City of Eternal Spring" set yourself a "curfew"? Not the fear of what I can not understand what I'm used to disqualify speech? Is not fear for each other, the other to me, what helps me to ask who is expelled, imprisoned, crowded, exterminated? Did not the fear that many voices silenced by years of Stalinism? Was not afraid of what that caused so many cowardly silence in times of Nazism? Was not raised to fear Patriot Act that made him win re-election to Bush Jr.?
Yes, that surely I must have: fear ... and yes, also some shit.
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