Was visited yesterday by two friends who live in a town near Monterrey. Juan is researching why Mexican teens don't continue their schooling for his PhD. During their travels this past August, they returned to their hometown the day a fire was started in a Monterrey casino that killed 53 people. The fire was atrributed to clashing cartel members. In communication in the days following, my friends were frightened, laying low, hearing of people disappearing and worse. How are things now, I asked them yesterday.
I ask because fortunately, in San Miguel, we have not experienced drug violence.
Both friends brightened at the question. Things are better, they said. Those responsible for the casino fire have been arrested, they reported. Lots of the cartel commanders have been jailed too. What's left are ragtag street criminals without organization. The military is keeping up a presence, and establishing little posts in neighborhoods to keep the streets safe. Visitors are returning to tourist sites in the area. Residents are returning to towns that had been evacuated when cartel members threatened to move in. Order and peace are returning.
I've been praying for some Mexican healing, and my heart sings to hear it.