I don't think people realize how close the border of El Paso, TX is to Juarez (I could throw a rock and hit someone on the other side), so one day as I was starting my commute to New Mexico from Juarez, I passed by a park that is on the bed of the Rio Grande river, on the Mexican side. There, in front of the 12ft iron fence that was raised to keep Mexicans out, was a border patrol SUV. I literally saw the entire film pass in front of my eyes: a border patrol officer watches an act of corruption on the Mexican side of the border and does nothing about it.
The story slowly developed from that seed into what you saw. The goal became to write a story that showed the stereotypes that had grown from this wave of violence, which in turn created discrimination. If I live in Juarez, am I instantly a drug dealer? Many people in El Paso were weary and suddenly Juarez was off limits and every average Mexican became a suspect.
by Jon Herrera
Stereotypes and misconceptions shape our reality, to us, there will always be More Than One truth.
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