Posts Tagged ‘Border-blog’
Changing Juárez from the inside out: Carmen’s Cocina
“Juárez isn’t much heaven these days,” I reply, thinking my answer was a gateway to communication, showing her I knew the scene in in J town, I knew what was going on, I’m hip. She smiled. Kind, but like a profesora who has set you up for a punchline. “Sure it is. We’re still alive. [...]
October 27th, 2010 by mmlindsey
Juárez: On the ground perspective 3
Silence, like protest, is the drug of our time, the way we do something by doing nothing. We march, we wave placards, and we go mum, and all avoid touching the levers of power and all avoid stepping on the third rail of truth. Charles Bowden, Murder City Photo by Bruce Berman of Border – [...]
October 25th, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
Juárez: On the ground perspective
It takes a lot of digging to find any encouraging or hopeful news coming out of Juárez. Sadly, most journalists never report deeper than the carnage in the streets. I suppose it is easier to write the same story over and over than to unearth the treasure in Juarez: the oppressed still carrying on. Few [...]
January 22nd, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
Borderland Moments
Photo by Bruce Berman of Border Blog “We don’t play at the cantinas anymore because it is too dangerous. We do two funerals a day instead,” said musician Jose del Villar at the San Rafael cemetery after serenading a grieving widow, a black accordion strapped to his chest. But residents have little hope. The only thing that [...]
June 10th, 2009 by mmlindsey
The Desert Flux
Living on the border of the U.S. and Mexico is like living in a constant state of flux. Leaving Mexico requires a Mexican military checkpoint, then usually after an incredibly long wait, a U.S. checkpoint. Driving into Mexico these days means that you will first be checked by the U.S. Border Patrol, then Mexican Fed/Border [...]
February 7th, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
Greening the Ghetto: The Desert in Color
The concrete-gray washes over me like a tidal wave of rubble, with 100 million plastic bags and a few hundred thousand worn out tires embedded in its curling face. Even with the dusty trashy mess, our neighborhood has me enamored. Everyone keeps warning us about the sinister dust storms that roll across the desert in March and April, [...]
November 4th, 2010 by Matt Lindsey