National Geographic : 2010 May
As the men relax, their courteous ways with me even make it possible to imagine that they are not guilty of terrible crimes, that their faith in La Santa Muerte is merely a matter of prefer- ence and not born of desperate need. en I ask El Niño if he thinks that when he gets out, it will be possible to lead a normal life. His face twists into a bitter smile. "With everything I've done?" he says. " ere's going to be people waiting to take me down the moment I walk outside the gate." We shake hands, and he and Antonio thank me for the chance to talk. I return to the other Mexico, where hope also requires a great deal of faith. j A woman sprinkles lime to absorb blood from another Juárez drug murder. For families trying to live normally here, such measures can't hide the reality: Violent death is everywhere. Meanwhile, traffickers jockeying to feed the U.S. appetite for drugs seek solace in narco-saints, who symbolize the hope of a holy death after a brutal life.