The details of the death of two Jesuit priests and a tour guide in that area of northern Mexico go far beyond homicidal horror. Versions suggest that the horror began with a disagreement in – really, it seems incredible – a baseball game in which one of the teams was sponsored by a powerful local criminal, nicknamed “El Chueco”.
From a disagreement, which in a more or less civilized country would end up in a brawl or some other nonsense of toxic masculinity, instead, a spiral of blood was derived: bullets, kidnappings, burned houses, killed priests, bodies thrown in the middle of nowhere, worse than animals.
What explains such a spiral? Just impunity.
Perhaps one day we will know the details that led that man they call “El Chueco” to conclude that the only way to vent his grievances, whatever they may have been, was homicidal violence. But beyond his motivations, what is clear is the context that allows that man’s murderous passion to become a reality.
That wonderful area of Chihuahua has become a nightmare because there is no valid law. Or, better said: the only valid law is the one systematically imposed by those who live outside of it.
