I guess I this had been a Disney movie, the ending would have been a tad different...
Some time ago I wrote about a young college girl, Marisol Valles, who decided to accept a job nobody wanted: chief of police of her hometown. It was a story that sounded surreal and a bit out of place amid all the depressive news of violence caused by the organized crime; but in a sense, it kind of give the Mexican people a sense of hope —hope that there were still young idealists with the courage to stand up and help steer the course of the nation.
Alas, it was not to be:
She served the town of Praxedis for a few short months. Then came the death threats.
"They threatened to kill me, my family, my baby boy. I was scared ... couldn't even sleep ... always wondering, when are they coming to get me."
Unfortunately, fear and intimidation have scored another victory along the U.S.-Mexican border, and Valles Garcia is now in the United States, pleading for political asylum.
Armed with only her ideals —and ZERO or money support from the State government— she sought to make a difference and not let Fear win.
She speaks for the people she's left behind in that beautiful but violent Mexican valley.
"Don't ever lose hope," she said in a message to them. "Continue fighting for your children. I'm sorry I had to leave, but it's better to be safe and alive here ... than to be dead in Mexico."
So what's the moral of the tale here? That Fear will always win? That to dream for a better world is naive?
...Or maybe that we shouldn't leave our kids alone to fight our fucking wars for us.