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Anthony Gomez III “Year After Colosio Slaying, Mystery Still Roils Mexico . . . Despite arrests, truth remains elusive. Probe focuses on internal party struggle, drug cartels.”—Sebastian Rotella and Juanita Darling, The LA Times, 1995 “In late March of 1994, Mexico’s leading presidential candidate was assassinated by a gunman. Conspiracy theories about his death still abound.”—Rachel Martin, NPR, 2014
Donaldo Colosio came into my life because he worried about a soft accent that needed erasure. His application for my language class stated he was a decade-plus citizen of the city and ready to seem a natural speaker. The fact was that I helped some from start, but many of those who passed through the class already demonstrated a wonderful grasp of the language, albeit through archaic slang picked up from eighties and nineties television. What most complained about was what brought in Donaldo—how others heard them. “I’m sorry, Donaldo,” I said. “Unfortunately, there are no classes left. The city put an end to this. I just wanted to apologize and let you know your payment was never processed.” “Well,” he said. “That’s a shame.” Each word was clear and precise. Sure, a low gruff was there, but that seemed simply a development of age. His voice possessed