Martin, man of dignity and courage, Lomas del Poleo, Summer 2009
I said I would be back to Lomas and I haven’t been back in a year now. It’s crazy. I drive to work in Las Cruces three times a week and I look to the west and I can see you, I can see Lomas, right there, the flat top mesa poking out from behind Cristo Rey.
No, I haven’t been back. I am sorry. Life caught up with me and I had to do my labors, take care of biz, run around like a chicken without a head. And, in the meantime, I have fallen in love with a photo project, far away from here, up in Nuevo Mexico, and I have given it a lot of my attention.
All weak excuses.
I said I’d be back and continue the work we began and I haven’t.
You -and sus vecinos, sus compaÃ±eros in Lomas del Poleo- are never out of my thoughts.
I almost got there. Earlier in the summer, in May, twice, I was in Juarez working theÂ murder story. But I was a million miles away in the east valley, in Zaragoza. I was with other journalists and could not get to Lomas.
So close yet so far.
I am wondering what has happened? How many are left in the community? How are you and your compaÃ±eros doing? Are the thugs worse? Have there been more bulldozings? How are you? Do you need something that I can bring?
I am coming, Martin. For what little my pictures and stories matter, I am on the way. With your patronage, I will continue to document the story, for what it is worth, for who I don’t know, for the record alone, I guess. I cannot forget you or the people of Lomas that I have met and I will be take the 20 bus up the river up to Lomas, next week.
I hope you all are OK.
With unending respect and esteem,