Mexican Justice

My friend, I'll call him Sam, left my house a couple of nights ago with Violet, his young girl friend...mother of one. We'd had a great time talking  and  tipping a few...Sam was from

Eastern Europe and found his way to Mexico via Texas....smart dude...philosopher, sculptor,

buisnessman, teacher, vagabond. 

They were driving their car home and were forced off the road

by another vehicle. The car was destroyed, Max walked for five miles for help, with a broken arm.

It turned out that an ambulance passed by the wreck and picked up mother and daughter...who

were miraculously unhurt, except Violet had a broken thumb. She was wearing her seat belt, and somehow managed to hold on to her daughter while the car rolled several times.

They knew who was responsible...the father of the child, who had impregnated Violet when she was fourteen. 

I think the statistic is that under ten percent of major crimes in Mexico get to the courts.

Sam was driving the car...so if the police get him, what will happen is he will  go to jail until

a lawyer can get him out...which could take months. The people that were involved in the crime

will probably not be investigated.

It's the law of the jungle here....which I feel is why everyone is extraordinarily polite to each other. It's dangerous to have someone angry with you here. It is a country where passions

frequently overflow their banks and tragedy happens. That situation seems to be taken

for granted. If one has money here, one can literally get away with murder.