So... I left Mexico almost twenty years ago, knowing it would become a mess.
Today, the Times reports that upper-class Mexicans are routinely employing bodyguards and using bullet-proof vehicles and even clothing.
"With drug-related violence spinning out of control and kidnappings a proven money-maker for criminal gangs, members of Mexico's upper class find themselves juggling the spoils of their status with the fear of being killed"
New York may not be a paradise — not by a long shot — but at least I can ride on public transportation freely.
Check out some of the photo essay.
Here, a woman takes her daughter to school in an armored car escorted by armed guards. That would be my life now.
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