El Centro del Inmigrante | Dario Beniquez
The stench of God is everywhere, in the water, on the walls,
in the air.
The stench of God is everywhere, in the water, on the walls,
in the air.
Tyon, Texas is ninety minutes southwest of Austin. You take the highway for about half the trip, and the rest is through backroads and farm-to-markets. The roads are lined with cows, horses, and some goats, and at nighttime the only substantial source of light is the odd oil refinery a mile or so off the road. For this reason, it’s suggested that travelers either stay the night or plan to get into town early enough to enjoy all that it has to offer and leave before it gets dark.
Violence does indeed beget violence, but we are so good at erasing history, aren’t we? We are so good at pretending the truth isn’t staring at us behind glass or bars, so good at naming something violence when it is actually a direct response to pain.
Essay Teaser by Dee Lalo Garcia
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