“Peace was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace - Martin Luther” Imagine being woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call. Imagine there’s someone on the other end telling you that they have one of your family members kidnapped. Now, what would you do? I’m guessing most of you are thinking that you would call the police. Well, in Mexico that’s something you cannot do. It’s been 5 years since the “drug war” started, and since then, there hasn’t been any justice or peace. I remember 2 years ago, on Christmas Eve, my family and I were woken up by a phone call. It was 3 in the morning, and none of us were expecting a call. My father picked up the phone, and the next thing I saw, was how pale he got. My grandpa had just called, telling my father, that my cousin had just been kidnapped. He was just 13 years old, and was on the wrong place at the wrong time. When my dad told me this, I knew that there wasn’t much to be done, besides giving the kidnappers, the money they were asking for. On the other hand, my dad thought the best idea was to go and tell the police what had happened. That same day, we went to the police station, it was only me and my dad. An officer sent us down to an office, but while we were walking there, my dad’s cellphone rang. He told me to pick it up, and I did as he told me. I answered, and a man told me to get out of the station if we didn’t want anything bad to happen to my cousin. My dad saw how I started shaking and took the phone out of my hands. He answered, and they told him the same thing as they had told me, only this time, they added that there would be someone making sure we didn’t say anything. You may be asking, how did they know that we were in the police station? That is easy to answer. In Mexico, justice and police are two things that just don’t exist anymore. In my city, Torreon, most of the police stations, are closed because they are insecure to go. Drug dealers, bought...
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