Aug. 11, 2005 5:04 p.m.
New York City
With a bag on each shoulder I knew I'd take some hits, and after Mexico and Miami I was off stride. I found myself turning sideways, deferring, where just a few weeks ago I would lower a shoulder. On 59th and 6th a car ran a red light. An Audi A6, older white guy behind the wheel, wife in passenger seat. We all saw it coming.
"Right through the red light," a young man on my left said, before the car arrived. He pointed at the driver coming towards us, then his index finger gave way to the middle finger, with the accompanying yell. On my right two more men joined the chorus with enthusiasm. The three men around me had arms and fingers fully extended and were shouting in one voice. For a good thirty yards the guy in the A6 and his wife got a nice dose from the street before their car disappeared. I wondered how he felt. As the men crossed the street there was a jauntiness, a silent sense of satisfaction in their strides.
In town for visas. Next stop South.
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I’d rather read your blog than 99% of the other “news” that’s out there. Keep it up!
I really enjoy reading your notes. My 76-year-old Mom sent me envelope last week, taped over the flap, of course. And I remember visiting her Mom in an old, warm apartment in Hollywood that had a Murphy bed. We thought Grandma was eccentric – she bought my sisters fishnet tights in the 70’s & took us out on public transportation - the bus. Thanks for taking me there again, Steve.
I admire you so much for what you are doing and the story you are trying to uncover but it almost seems to be an impossible situation. We pray for your safety and admire your courage.
Thanks for the great reporting about the ongoing troubles here on the US/Mexican border. We live just south of Laredo, Texas in the Rio Grande Valley. We are extremely pleased that someone is finally exposing this corrupt and dangerous area to the rest of our nation.
Keep up the good work!