“In Mexico, suspicion and distrust are a collective illness.” — Octavio Paz
I recently spoke with Berta Isabel Zúñiga, daughter of the late Honduran environmental activist Berta Cáceres, via satellite from Washington.
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.
Exercising journalistic freedom in Mexico these days can be a heroic feat. In the last decade, some 80 Mexican journalists have been killed, and many more have faced reprisals or been threatened into silence, by criminals and public officials alike.
On Fridays, people are allowed to line up to touch the statue of Christ in Madrid’s historic Basilica of Jesus of Medinaceli. And every Friday, the lines are always long.
Dec. 2 was a typical day for me. I woke up early, due to jet lag. I sweated my way through a yoga class, paid some bills, wrote a bit, returned some calls, then went to the studio to interview chef José Andrés about the ways that food can change the world. A few hours later, I was on television, reporting on that day’s massacre, this time in San Bernardino, California.
PARIS — This city, one of the most beautiful and civilized in the world, is not the place you’d expect gunmen to stand outside a café and spray diners with bullets.
To many who live or dream of living here, the United States is the land of opportunity. They’re largely right. We’ve all heard the stories of how very poor Americans worked hard, rose up and became millionaires. However, opportunity is becoming harder to come by as the nation becomes a land for the superrich.
“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?
It’s not hard to understand why Republican presidential candidates have recently attacked immigrants. Some Americans feel a sense of unease …