On September 26, 2014 a group of students were on route to Iguala, the capital of the State of Guerrero Mexico, to hold a protest. However, their trip was cut short by the Mexican police who had blocked the roads leading to the Capital. Hell ensued. By next morning, 6 people were dead, 25 more were wounded and 43 students had been forcibly disappeared.
The rest is a surreal story that should belong only to the realm of the dystopian future genre. Yet, stories like this one are common in many parts of the world, including Colombia. Not in the history books of those countries, mind you. Oh no. In their every day reality.
I invite you to read the Wikipedia entry if you dare.
And if you do, I hope it doesn’t escape to you that those students in Guerrero were allegedly planning on attending the upcoming anniversary march of the 1968 student massacre in the Plaza de las Tres Culturas* in Mexico City. How’s that for an irony of fate?
I did a quick Google search for the 43 murdered Mexican students. I used mexico murdered students as key words. Google spat back about 17,600,000 results after 0.65 seconds.
Here’s an excerpt of the results in chronological order, not Google’s hierarchical one.
The newest article** (second first on the list, after the Wikipedia entry) is from November 19.
There are more recent news, of course. But you have to dig deeper to find them. The truth is, America and the rest of the world doesn’t really care.
As the Chicago Tribune aptly puts it:
After the mass murder of these students, Mexico is on the brink. But America is largely oblivious
However, there are 43 families who will never forget. They will grief their children forever. There is no possible comfort for them.
43 young men were forcibly taken, tortured and murdered because they dared to dream of a better future. Because they loved their country and they believed in standing up for justice and in changing things for the better.
Instead, they were betrayed by their own corrupt government. They were handed over to a drug gang by the police under orders of one of Mexico’s elected Mayors.
Let me say that again. They were handed over. To a drug gang. By the police. Under the Mayor’s orders.
People – MY people, continue to be kidnapped, tortured and murdered with impunity. Every day.
The world may not not care but they matter to me.
Every life matters!
* Incidentaly, I visited Plaza de las Tres Culturas in June 1983. I have a picture of myself with the three historical buildings in the background but unfortunately it is currently in storage. Perhaps I’ll add it at a later time. Also, this little bit of history was hidden from us tender tourists by our tour guide.
** Yes, I know one can select “news” instead of “web” when doing a Google search in order to get up to date results but honestly, how many people are aware of this?