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In my more than 40 years of writing articles about Brownsville, I have avoided commenting on the drug world. Nobody has to convince me about the vicious and sadistic nature of these killers. I have five of the most innocent children and step-children in the world. When I broach the subject of drugs, I have these bloody visions regarding my children.

I limit my observations to a general commentary. I told a friend I was afraid that my writing was taking me down a dark path that I preferred avoiding. He laughed at me, but he, like the Herald, isn't writing shit. But how can I be quiet when this terrible violence has enveloped Tamaulipas, making a once peaceful state as dangerous as Iraq or Afghanistan?

"If we don't say anything, they will leave us alone," says a Matamoros resident whose boss's son is kidnapped and whose neighbor's daughter is raped. They didn't say anything either. One day the Zetas or the Gulf Cartel or the Federal Police came knocking and they will come knocking again.

There is no placating a monster, the more blood it tastes, the more blood it desires. In the United States we don't say anything as long as our government fights its wars with trailer trash,
barrio basura and ghetto garbage. Leave the privileged classes alone and Uncle Sam can do whatever he pleases. Do we think this same attitude will work with the fiends from south of the border who infiltrated our ranks years ago and add to their numbers on a daily basis?

They can safely wash their millions in Brownsville; we're more than happy to serve as their financial laundromat. It makes you wonder how much unreported cash a greedy IBC has taken from the contrabandistas in order to turn profits. Isn't our corrupt city a fertile field for the Mexican mafiosos to sow their black seeds?


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