The threat of violence hovers
Bicentennial bummer: Mexico gets sent to its room for its own birthday party
There's really nothing worse than a forcibly restrained celebration on your own birthday. I remember being grounded for my 14th, and having to abandon the party I'd planned with my friends for dinner at Benihana's with my parents — that Polaroid hangs on my mom's kitchen bulletin board today. (Although I look on it fondly now, my 14-year-old self could barely chew for the rage).
If a Benihana 14th was bad, I can't imagine what a drag Mexico's 200th has been. Last night and today Mexico has been braced for drug violence as citizens try to gather and celebrate their nation's bicentennial. In Matamoros, 600 soldiers surround the main square — not the most uplifting backdrop for Mariachi music — and metal detectors and drug dogs searched and sniffed would-be celebrants.
What kind of ambiance is that for fajitas by street light?
In Juarez, residents couldn't even gather. The mayor's address and fireworks display were instead shown on television so people wouldn't have to leave their homes.
We imagine being told to “please be careful, celebrate the bicentennial with proper preventive measure," is about as bad as hearing "tell your friends you'll see them in homeroom."
Happy birthday, Mexico. Be safe.