Read The Column: Why Those Who Died In El Paso Will Remain With Us Forever
This Monday marks the one-year anniversary of the day last August when 23 people were murdered at an El Paso Walmart by a racist who drove all the way down from a Dallas suburb to this beautiful Mexican American passageway to stop "the Hispanic invasion of Texas."
It's a stark reminder that images matter. Words matter.
It's a tragedy that will stay with me like visions of flickering lights from Juarez across the pitch black waters of the International Reservoir at night.
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