Humberto Padgett

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I Know My Son Is Alive, and He's Going to Be a Teacher

I Know My Son Is Alive, and He's Going to Be a Teacher

"The authorities should pay for what they did, because they’ve done the worst thing to the most humble of people."

The boy is hundreds of miles from the shrimp and the corn, from his placenta and from his mother. He may be, along with forty-two others like him, inside some strip of the state of Guerrero where the soil exudes the smell of death. Meanwhile, his father is hanging on.

I Know My Son Is Alive, and He's Going to Be a Teacher

I Know My Son Is Alive, and He's Going to Be a Teacher

"The authorities should pay for what they did, because they’ve done the worst thing to the most humble of people."

The boy is hundreds of miles from the shrimp and the corn, from his placenta and from his mother. He may be, along with forty-two others like him, inside some strip of the state of Guerrero where the soil exudes the smell of death. Meanwhile, his father is hanging on.