What it was the last thing saw Ruben Espinosa? We’ll never know, definitely he saw his murderers,  he saw her companions awaiting the same fate as him, certain death. But we know what he saw through his lens, he saw Mexico hurt, unjust and decadent, where there are murderers who wear ties and they do not like, repudiate criticism of theirs   administrations.

Ruben Espinosa was murdered because he did not behave “well” because he photographed what many want to hide.

Mexico wants more people who not behave “well” … it is a pity that after they disappear.

Ruben Espinosa, Gregorio Jiménez, Alberto Lopez Bello, Balzaldúa Daniel Alejandro Martinez, Guadalupe Jaime González Domínguez, Adrián Silva Moreno, Victor Manuel Baez Chino, Regina Martínez Pérez, Marco Antonio Avila Garcia, Irasema Becerra, Guillermo Luna Varela, Gabriel Huge and Esteban Córdova Rodríguez, María Elizabeth Macías Castro, Humberto Millán Salazar, Yolanda Ordaz, Miguel Angel Lopez Velasco, Agustina Solano Solano and Misael Lopez, Luis Emmanuel Ruiz Carrillo, Noel Lopez Olguin, Rodolfo Ochoa Moreno, Carlos Alberto Guajardo Romero, Luis Carlos Santiago Orozco, Marco Aurelio Martínez Tijerina, Valentín Valdés Espinosa, Hugo Alfredo Olivera Cartas, María Elvira Hernández Galeana and Juan Francisco Rodríguez Ríos, Evaristo Pacheco Solis, Jose Luis Romero, Jorge Ochoa Martínez, Guillermo Alcaraz Trejo, Paul Aurelio Ruelas …

The list of journalists will continue to grow? Who will be next?


Almost one year after 18-year-old Michael Brown was shot and killed by former police officer Darren Wilson in Ferguson, Missouri, the New Yorker has published a profile of the infamous cop. In passages recounting the fatal shooting of the unarmed man, Wilson maintains his innocence and seems to suggest, as he has in the past, that was unfairly victimized by the media and that communities across the country do not understand the complexity of police activities.

Here are 7 eyebrow-raising quotes from Darren Wilson’s interview with the New Yorker

danny-dice asked:

There should be a line in criminal sentencing that when crossed, shows the guilty party has done something(s) so unspeakably heinous that nothing can be considered cruel and unusual punishment. Thoughts?

In a civilized society built around laws and the concept of seeking justice, I believe keeping your composure in the face of even the most heinous crimes is important to retain civility and decency.  When inflicting punishment, it is in the best interest of all the people that we not sink to the same level of the evildoer. We are seeking justice; not revenge. That was the purpose behind the Eighth Amendment.

not your vigilante

Many people have asked me whether I’ve considered taking an extrajudicial tack against my cult leader. Talking to his employers, writing anonymous letters, and generally inciting the public to make his life difficult. “Print up flyers with his face that say ‘avoid this man’,” suggested my friend’s mom. I’ve turned these ideas over and over, and make no mistake - they feel good. Viscerally, intuitively satisfying. Hollywood bears it out again and again: nothing beats a good revenge fantasy. But I cannot do it, and I never will. Here’s why.

I know what was done to me. I am confident both in my memories and in my interpretations of them, and the support from those who love me has been tremendous. These are people to whom I do not have to prove my pain, and that is a gift. But I cannot, in good conscience, expect such an evidentiary standard from the general public. 

A world in which strangers will ostracize a man because a flyer told them to is a world in which I feel unsafe. What’s stopping me from becoming the next public enemy, the next flyer from bearing my own face, the justice-hungry populace for gunning, next, for me? Every time we thrust a person, no matter how guilty we know them to be, into the court of public opinion, we legitimize public opinion as a worthy metric of guilt or innocence. We hand abusers another means of abuse. The relaxing of evidentiary standards, the all-too-human tendency to believe the loudest voice and the saddest story, will always favor the unscrupulous. 

When we let a sympathetic figure override the right to presumption of innocence, the already marginalized will take the hardest hit. Poor people, mentally ill people, young men of color - we never gave them the benefit of the doubt before, so why would we start now? It disturbs me to think that modern justice norms might recast Bob Ewell as the devastated father speaking truth to power, Tom Robinson as the target of our righteous, collective rage. 

I do not feel comforted or supported by a public who would heed a flyer’s instruction to ostracize. A world in which we normalize these tactics is a world in which we forfeit our right to protest when they are invariably used against us. Yes, the crucial distinction is that my abuser actually did do something wrong, and I did not. But history has borne out again and again that you often do, in fact, have something to fear even if you have nothing to hide. When push comes to shove, I do not trust any vigilante not to set the wrong house on fire. 

No matter how guilty I know my abuser to be, by asking the world to take a collective shit on him without proving why they should, I am contributing to a climate that has enabled umpteen miscarriages of justice. I won’t be part of that. 

The day that we will be truly equal is the day that I won’t have to fear that my child will be bullied for having two dads.

The day that we will be truly equal is the day that my sister can walk down the streets of whatever city she desires and not have to worry about being raped in broad daylight.

The day that we will be truly equal is the day that my friends won’t have to worry about the stares they receive in an airport because of their headdresses that symbolize their religion and/or culture.

The day that we will be truly equal is the day that my friends of color can apply for a job, school, or anything else and have the same chance at getting the favorable outcome as a white male with the same qualifications does.

The day that we will be truly equal is the day that hateful prejudice does not influence any part of anyone’s life at any time. It is a day that may is not visible for us today, and probably won’t be for a lifetime. That does not mean that we should stop trying. If we keep fighting for change then maybe, just maybe, one day our children, grandchildren, or any of our descendants can live in peace and happiness.

This may be me being naïve, but this is what I fight for, to see the day that we are truly equal.

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There are men who died
Not fighting with weapons
But with words
No shooting
But standing up

I rest upon their shoulders
A coward with a hero’s heart
Too lazy to be a real activist

Too tired to fight this bulk bullshit
So I write about it
With love
It is almost the least I can do
Short of not sharing anything with you


To Obama, from J.Cole.

“No disrespect, in terms of change I haven’t seen any.
Maybe he had good intentions but was stifled by the system and was sad to learn that he actually couldn’t bring any.
That’s what I get for thinking that this world is fair. They let a brother steer the ship and never told him that the ship was sinkin’

All we wanna do is take the chains off
All we wanna do is break the chains off
All we wanna do is be free
All we wanna do is be free ”