Threaten the machine, the sword would drop. Didn’t matter who you were.
There are forces moving us. Shaping our lives that we’re not aware of. Some of us try to figure out how they work. Some of us use our voice…
Sometimes the truth isn’t enough. But if you let that stop you… I think you aren’t doing your job.
Sometimes ideas come at strange times. When you have nothing left to lose.[]Si ya tenemos la chance de vivir, más vale hacerlo.p/mqi]
It wasn’t declared, but we were living through a war. And in war, the first casualty is the truth.
In Mexico, police have no choice but to make ends meet another way. Which means, in a place like Ciudad Juárez, cops don’t solve crimes. They commit them.
In Mexico, if you’re a journalist, the truth can be hard to find. And harder to publish.
