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Ayotzinapa Riots

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Realization My daughters, my husband, and I have just gotten home from closing our family owned convenience store. It was a late September night, there was a slight breeze and the nights were starting to get colder now. Everyone in the house was shuffling around as they got ready for bed and prepared for the next day to come. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels on the TV. I didn’t quite feel like getting up yet, my feet were still aching from a long-labored day. There was talk of the weather and how’d it would be getting cooler now that we were going to enter October. After a bit, they did a recap of all the segments today concerning 43 missing students. I listened intently and quickly put the volume up soon everyone in the house came to see what I was watching. “What’s going on?” my daughter Marisol asked. I shushed her and pointed towards the TV “Listen” I said. “The talk of today has been the kidnapping of 43 students in Ayotzinapa, Iguala. There has been no new information but sources say that the government may have been involved in this violent attack. There have been riots everywhere and there has been little done to prevent or control them. So far from this assault there have been 6 dead, 25 injured, and 43 allegedly kidnapped from the Rural School of Ayotzinapa” the reporter kept on talking but all I saw on …show more content…

It was one of the only times in my sixty-two years of life that my pride and joy for my country was jolted. I have heard bad things about where I’m from my whole life, but I have learned that loyalty runs deep. I understood that Mexico isn’t a great place but I never neglected my roots, I have always been proud to call myself Mexican until today. My heart ached for the families, for everyone who felt hurt and betrayed by their country, like I did right

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