8 years and 9 months equals 22,044 deaths and (counting) disappearances

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June 7-13th, 2015

Commander Toño's Corrido

After 9 months while 42 families are still looking for a body to bury and a place to mourn, one more student was killed through the election period in Tlapa, Guerrero. Nine months, ironic. A gestation period has passed and the cries are still the same: "Why are they killing [them]? If they are the hope of Latin America? Justice! Justice! Your death will be avenged!"

Even more ironic that Commander Toño was allegedly trying to disarm the federal policemen under siege inside the church in order to pull them out safely.

Is it possible to believe that what's in the belly of a bleeding nation is not a massive miscarriage of youth but the never dying hope of change and rebirth? Maybe in a less romantic note, it's just about despair and satiety of injustice, about protecting future generations of what seems a perennial fate of abuse from a deaf government?

Commander Toño wrote a song played at his rally and funeral that talks about looking for lizards with his brother, so his mother and his brothers could have something to eat. "Where's happiness? Where is it? I don't see it anymore, my mother's not here anymore, the woman I loved so much. And happiness? It's leaving us as fast as a sunset, I still remember my father's advice... In this town no one helps you anymore, they hit you with all their might, in this town, presidents don't help you anymore, they steal everything... And happiness, where is it?"