When we think of Texas, we always think of sombreros, rodeos and people eating chili. Texas is a vast state, with a lot of richness, as Rich Texan from the Simpsons shows us, I always liked Texas. But today the blood tinges its name, I can't help but be moved by the events that have taken place, a lurid shooting that makes us cringe. And the fact is that society and the newspapers themselves do not allow us to forget it, we do not want to forget it. The event opened many unknowns, a tidal wave of doubts, how much of politics there is in the tragedy, how much of maneuvering for votes or an image, the most abject suspicions gnaw at us before a precisely abject situation. The boy had a calm look, yes, Patrick Crusius was not a madman as they wanted to make believe from the presidency, is he really a man alienated by an ideology proliferated from the pinnacle? I don't think so, I mouth intuitively sense an ace, 2020 will give me the answer. Texas, the always joyful, cries today, from Latino hearts and not, that awareness is a prerogative that we can give us all humans. The slaughter of humans never leaves us indolent, even more so when the motives are so obtuse, it is impossible not to associate this with the Jewish holocaust, that is how it all began, with human transgressions that were gradually allowed and normalized, because the thinking beings, the intellectuals kept silent, the beasts were allowed to rule. And the effigy that schemed everything was once black-haired and blue-eyed, today he is blond... and just as indifferent.
Photography by ecka's echo
