On the part of the Americas
called Mexico, the young man, about 19, stood with his crutches nearby. Like
those of us from the North (called the USA), he had come to hear the music and
song of the School of the Americas Watch Border Encuentro in Nogales. When the
tambourines sounded amid voices ministering solidarity, the border walls shook
and I witnessed his dark Jesus eyes break open like a Resurrection sunrise.
Then a wife and mother of
three pleaded for the return of her husband abducted from their casa five
months ago naming the abductors as the Mexican Marines. With guns manufactured
in the US, they charged into the family’s home, a sacred nesting place filled
with youngsters’ playful sounds. Her
story, she promises will continue…
Now an abuelita-grandma cries,
groaning in memories, screaming for the body, the remains -- at least -- of her
grandson, adrift in the squelching sands of the Sonora Desert. No one would
dare to quiet her…
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With our hearts fused into
these remembrances, we began our Eucharist. Among the supporters of our
movement were Jeannette Mulherin, Kay Akers, Nick De Los Reyes and Jack
Wentland. Fidel blessed us with music and songs accompanied by Silvia Brandon-Perez
who also recited poetry. Jane Via and I were joined by women priests Susan Dunn
and Barb Mattus. Greg used his transcriber to read Jeremiah’s passage of Rachel
“finding no comfort, for her children were no more.” In the Gospel we heard of
Jesus welcoming the little children. Our closing prayer from Zechariah offered us
a vision of safe city streets where children are laughing and playing…
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| Jane Via RCWP co-presides at Liturgy at Border |
Photos from ANCLA Productions.
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| A memorial to the teenager shot in the back many times for throwing stones at a border guard. |
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