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En el municipio de Ocampo, en Michoacán, se organizó un homenaje a Homero Gómez González, líder ejidal que fue encontrado muerto. Credit Iván Villanueva/EPA vía Shutterstock

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Homero Gómez González, líder ejidal que en algún momento administró el santuario Sierra del Campanario en la Reserva de la Biosfera Mariposa Monarca —donde está la mayor colonia de esas mariposas que migran a México— desapareció el 13 de enero. Dos semanas después, se encontró su cadáver en una olla de agua para uso agrícola, a unos cien metros del último lugar en el que fue visto, en la fiesta patronal de la comunidad El Soldado Anónimo, en el municipio michoacano de Ocampo.

Es el primer defensor del medioambiente en México que aparece muerto en 2020. Aunque las circunstancias de su muerte no están claras, la Comisión Estatal de Derechos Humanos de Michoacán considera que se debió a sus esfuerzos en preservar el hábitat de las mariposas monarca.…  Seguir leyendo »

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Some 40 years ago a poor fisherman named Francisco Mayoral, who lived on the shores of San Ignacio Lagoon, halfway down the Pacific coast of Baja California Sur, stretched out his hand to touch a gray whale that raised its head out of the water alongside his wooden panga.

Mr. Mayoral, who went by the nickname Pachico, would liken this milestone to the birth of his first child.

“I didn’t seek out the whale, she came to my boat,” he remembered. “I was fishing with my friend and suddenly the whale came out and curiosity got the better of me and I touched her gently and saw that nothing happened.…  Seguir leyendo »

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In the village of Contepec, in Michoacán, a few hours northwest of Mexico City, every winter day, rivers of orange and black butterflies would stream through the streets in search of water, swooping down from the Oyamel fir forest on Altamirano Hill. One of us, Homero, grew up with the monarch butterflies. The other, Lincoln, saw them for the first time in 1977, also in Michoacán, on a mountain called Sierra Chincua, where the branches of hundreds of fir trees were covered with butterflies that exploded into glorious flight when warmed by the sun.

Today the winter monarch colonies, which are found west of Mexico City, in an area of about 60 miles by 60 miles, are a pitiful remnant of their former splendor.…  Seguir leyendo »

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A child in Mexico soon learns that corruption is a way of life, and that to get ahead in school, work and politics, “El que no transa, no avanza” — loosely, “You’re not going anywhere if you don’t cheat.”

When I was in junior high school, my history teacher sold us lottery tickets, promising that the more we bought, the higher our grades would be. The winning number, he said, would coincide with the National Lottery winner. I happened to buy that number and received the highest grade, but because he kept the tickets, I never got the money.

Years later, as president of an environmental activist organization called the Group of 100, I was offered visits to Las Vegas (chips provided), cars (drivers included), cash and even prostitutes in exchange for staying silent.…  Seguir leyendo »