On my morning walk, I
stopped by the Federación de Clubes Zacatecanos del Sur de California where for
the past month artist Juan Solis had been working on a mural memorializing
Vanessa Guillén. It was covered in gauzy
fabric in preparation for the dedication ceremony scheduled for later in the
morning. Back at home, over a cup of coffee, I began to cry. Devastated by the
injustice of her death, I thought about how scared she must have been during the
last moments of her life. And about how her grandmother, Lorenza Almanza, must
have felt during the eight-hundred-mile bus ride from Río Grande, Zacatecas,
Mexico to Houston, Texas — crossing a border that separates so many families to attend her granddaughter’s funeral.