For the last few months, the United States’ most brilliant and ambitious engineers and contractors have been busy trying to come up with the best way to divide us — and they’ve found about 450 ways to do it. That’s how many companies have presented bids to build President Donald Trump’s wall along the border between Mexico and the United States.
People keep asking me how I’m doing, as though I’ve suffered a death in the family or been struck by a terminal illness. I understand why, and I’m grateful for the concern: President Donald Trump’s anti-immigrant proposals are materializing one after another — and he’s been in the White House for less than a month.
Miguel Carrasquillo, 35, didn’t die as he wanted. He died in pain after enduring months of agony.
Saying that reporters should abandon neutrality on certain issues and choose sides may seem at odds with everything that’s taught in journalism school. But there are times when the only way we journalists can fulfill our primary social responsibility — challenging those in power — is by leaving neutrality aside.
You can’t force a fish to walk, just like you can’t force Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro to accept the recall referendum now underway to remove him from office.
MEXICO CITY — Coming back to Mexico always fills me with vitality and hope. Whenever I return, I feel like the country is on the verge of big change. But, inevitably, the change never arrives.
“I’m Just A Journalist Who Asks Questions”
After my encounter with Donald Trump a couple of months ago, many people have asked me: are you a journalist or an activist?
Throughout his 50-year career, the Spanish musician and songwriter Joan Manuel Serrat has navigated countless paths — and his timeless songs have been with me through the years as I have traveled on my own paths. In fact, his music has become an essential component of my life’s musical score. Understandably, I was thrilled to book an interview with him recently.
In recent years, I’ve been in some pretty hot and steamy places in the middle of summer — the Caribbean and India, for instance, or Miami, where I live — and I constantly find myself shivering.
I visited the island of Mykonos, Greece, in early July, shortly before voters shot down the country’s deal with its creditors in a referendum. Despite Greece’s woes, life was great on Mykonos, or so it seemed. I remember one particular night in which it felt like there was a huge party going on.