Every day, eight people are murdered in Chihuahua

At around eight thirty p.m., our neighbor was driving her car into her garage when two men came up behind her and pointed loaded machine guns at her. One man barks at her to give her the keys, lifting his machine gun a bit higher to remind her who was in charge. Confused and terrified for her life, she complies and gives up the keys of her car. They take them and drive away into the night.


Eight thirty? In this kind of community? Do criminals really have the audacity nowadays to come while the night is still young and point machine guns into human being's faces so that they can become a bit wealthier? Apparently so. Our neighbors needed that car, probably. Transportation in Chihuahua already sucks. Now, they don't even have a  way to get themselves to work. But does any of this matter to the thieves? No. They are selfish, and they revel in their selfishness.

I remember when Chihuahua was a better place. When I was ten, my mom would lend me ten pesos so that I could roller blade to the nearest tienda to buy candy. I remember when at twelve thirty at night, kids and parents alike were not afraid to walk home alone in the dark. Crime rested back then, and so did we.

Now, things are different. It's no longer safe to get out of my car to lock the gate. I must always be home by sundown if I'm by myself, and I am never to open the doors to strangers. What has happened to the times when people could trust one another? Doesn't anyone want things to go back to the way things were? Perhaps some do. But as for criminals? No. Criminals are chewing away at what little conscience they have left, and are becoming more daring than ever before to get whatever they want, however they want it.
Every day, eight people are murdered in Chihuahua.
This is all very wrong.