Twenty years ago today I had just turned nineteen, and some young people of my generation died in the worst day of our political life. I saw the tanks from my house, and chose not to go to the meeting. The Mexican Government killed more than five hundred people. Officially there were a few students dead; nobody in Government said then, nor now, how many really died.
I want to remember this today.
Now the political landscape is better, there are more parties vying for power, and I feel this cannot happen today.
The killer was Gustavo Díaz Ordaz, then President of México.
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