Tag Archives: 1985 earthquake

September 19: a terrible echo, a cursed date.

23 Sep

“On the thirty second anniversary of the strongest, most destructive earthquake to ever hit Mexico City in its long, long history, the annual earthquake preparedness drill was held. Two hours later, another very strong earthquake, hit. At least 44 structures in the city alone collapsed within minutes, who knows how many more were condemned after thorough inspections. Who knows how many more were weakened in ways that will not be seen until the next tremor.”

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Systemic racism: insularity

15 May

I have hesitated to write this post for a while, mostly because I’ve been writing way too many angry rants lately. Also, because I’m going through some personal shit, which has already shortened my fuse quite a bit. Then I saw this headline and hit a wall, and you are getting hit with the results.

Advance apologies, as I fear some of my US readers will find what follows offensive. Read on at your own risk.

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A sad anniversary.

19 Sep

I often try to forget this date, but this year it’s just been on my mind so vividly…

Twenty nine years ago, just shy of six months after my wedding, I was alone in our apartment when the building started shaking. It was so violent, and so long, that clothes hangers fell to the floor, and I couldn’t walk across the room to the door until it was over. The noise the building made was one of the scariest things I’ve experienced.

It was September 19, 1985 in Mexico City, the deadliest and most destructive earthquake the city has seen in its over 700 years history (the current city was built over Tenochtitlán, capital of the Aztec empire, and the valley has been continuously populated since the first Mexica tribes migrated south somewhere in the early 1300s).

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