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by Daniel Charles Thomas

16 September 2001.


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The Moment of Silence at Tijuana Municipal Palace.

It was a long night last night. The night of Mexican Independence, and the traditional "grito" -- shout of liberty.

We gringos typically think of "Cinco de Mayo" as the big holiday, but no, in Mexico it is September 16th, Independence Day, which is the biggest political fiesta.

In the evening I met Tere, and Mike and Maria, at the shopping center. We all walked back over the pedestrian bridge that links Plaza Rio mall with municipal palace and its gardens.

By now it was dark, but the pedestrian bridge was lit, and many people were strolling over the concrete river channel, toward the twinkling lights and noise of the fiesta.

The carnival rides were whirling. The palacio jardines (gardens) were full of little restaurants under tents and independence-souvenir salespeople, and flags, flags, lots of flags.

The four of us wiggled our way into the crowd, toward the stage. The singer finished her set, but between her last songs mentioned that now is a time of solidarity with the United States, that the neighbor and friend of Mexico is suffering and we should keep the Americans in mind and in our prayers. It was almost ten o'clock when a military band marched out and lined up on the stage.

A speaker announced the band -- from the 28th Batallion of Infantry. Then, touchingly, he said, "invito a todos ustedes dar una muestra de solidaridad y amistad (I invite all of you to give a showing of solidarity and friendship)" with the United States, and to "observar un minuto de silencio en memoria de los caidos (to observe a minute of silence in memory of the fallen)."

I scribbled in the dark, trying to capture a few of those words, as the crowd, which only a moment before had been whistling and shouting and laughing and blowing horns, fell suddenly and strangely silent. Then, into that silence where only the distant traffic could be heard, a lone bugler in the military band began to play a version of "taps" for the dead and fallen....

I began to cry. Glanced over at my cousin Mike. He was teary, too. Maria was holding her new brother's hand. Tere patted my arm.

"Thank you," I whispered. To her, to Tijuana, to Mexico.

"Gracias," said the announcer. Then he began to speak of Miguel Hidalgo, telling a little bit of his life, and interspersing his narrative with drum and bugle marches played by the band.

Until, at last, with shouting and whistling of the crowd, the Presidente Municipal, Francisco Vega, came out onto the balcony with all the others of the elite up there to witness the grito, and he gave the shout.... Long live the heroes of independence, long live Hidalgo, long live Mexico, viva! Viva! Viva!

And he rang the bell... dong... dong... dong... dong....

And then, the fireworks of liberty....

Typical Mexican fireworks, especially the castillo, a tower of spinning wheel and whirling sparks that flashes and explodes and whistles and spins for almost five minutes, and then, skyrockets shooting up into the heavens over our head, exploding boom boom boom Boom BOOM!


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