In a shocking demonstration of how reality can resemble folklore, a 78-year-old American woman was found murdered in her San Miguel home on October 26, a week before the big Mexican celebration of the Day of the Dead.
|Road to heaven: Locals on the way to the cemetery pick up
the traditional Day of the Dead flowers.
And as usual, the local expat social media sites, such as the Civil List, and a new Facebook page exclusively dedicated to the topic of public safety, as well as restaurant and sidewalk chatter, buzzed with theories, condolences and other comments, coming generally from two groups—the Hen House and the Ostrich Farm.
As usual, the hens run around in a panic, wings flapping and feathers flying, amid mostly incoherent clucking about how dangerous our town has become, and what are we going to do, and what are we going to do. After this last murder, some gringos even suggested hiring a private investigator to handle the case.
Things are far quieter among the ostriches which, predictably, just dig their heads a little deeper in the sand, and insist there’s nothing to worry about. Whatever happened was the result of carelessness or bad luck on the part of the victim, and it happened on the other side of town and, anyway, more people get killed in Los Angeles, Chicago and other U.S. cities.
After living in San Miguel for ten years, Stew and I find ourselves dashing between the hens and ostriches, depending how a spate of bad news affects us personally.
Despite all of San Miguel’s charms, its law enforcement system is spectacularly inept, and so is the legal machinery for prosecuting and jailing the guilty which, indeed, seldom occurs.
After a while, you come to regard police officers with snazzy uniforms, reflective vests and aviator sunglasses—the blue and red lights on their patrol cars and motorcycles constantly and uselessly flashing—not as reassuring sights but as hapless figures who are just part of the scenery.
Since we moved here we’ve heard of over a dozen American and Canadian victims of rapes, assaults, burglaries, home invasions and murders but except for two cases, we know of no one who has been arrested, charged and imprisoned for those crimes.
Several years ago a serial rapist targeting American women triggered a bona fide manhunt in San Miguel after authorities began to worry that national and international publicity threatened the town’s image as a tourist and retirement utopia. The other case, involving a mentally unstable young Mexican woman who murdered an American who had adopted her, was closed when the suspect was essentially turned in by friends or relatives.
Impunity is a familiar concept among Mexicans who generally treat law enforcement in their own country with derision if not outright contempt. When the notorious drug trafficker El Chapo escaped from a maximum security prison several months ago—by digging a mile-long tunnel that will go down as the most awesome civil engineering project of modern times—the reaction of Mexicans I spoke with was either to relate the latest El Chapo joke or, with a shrug of the shoulders, ask: So what else is new?
Give us our daily dead: One trashy local newspaper, sold to
motorists stopping at speed bumps, features a daily front-page
murder in the city of Celaya or neighboring communities,
including San Miguel. This headline: “Death at Dawn”. To
soften the blow of so much gore, the paper also features
a centerfold of a scantily clad young woman.
But impunity and its accompanying feeling of powerlessness—the sense that criminals can do terrible things to you or your property with little fear of sanctions or consequences—is far tougher for Americans to swallow. And so the reaction often is panic or denial, depending on whether the latest murder or assault took place near where you live or the victim was someone you knew.
Indeed, several months ago an American couple who live near our ranch were terrorized and the husband badly beaten in their ranch by four armed bandits. A few days later the house of another American friend was burglarized while he was out of town.
That’s scary stuff, particularly close to where you live. Our fears since have been compounded by absence of any arrests, despite much forensic fireworks, dusting for fingerprints, interviews, paperwork and such.
It’s at those moments that I can understand the alarm and hubbub in the Hen House, particularly among the women living alone in San Miguel.
And at those times, Stew and I can cluck and cluck as loudly as any scared hen would. Following the home invasion and burglary near our little ranch we even looked into getting a firearm, a silly idea we abandoned shortly.
But after a few months passed, and the initial panic faded, we moved back in with the ostriches, primarily because there is really nothing we can do except to make sure that every opening at our ranch, from the main gate to the garage door, is securely padlocked at night, and to hope that our Rottweiler-ish mutt wakes up if someone tries to get in.
The latest murder is really awful, particularly the vision of an elderly person being pounced on in her sleep. But we didn’t know her, and she lived clear across town. So, for the time being, we’re staying with the ostriches, praying that something terrible like that won’t happen to us or someone we know.
13 thoughts on “The tale of the Hens and the Ostriches”
Dee was the least elderly woman I ever knew. You would have thought she was 15 years younger. Her vitality added to that presumption. IMHO, people watch too many CSI shows. I could tell you about the burglaries, robberies and even the destruction of the interior of my daughter's home in Houston that were never solved, prosecuted or no one was even charged. In the case of my daughter's home we had the license plate # of the person who did the damage, but, his father was a big wig in the city of Houston. People are naive if they think the cases in the USA are all solved and resolved in a quick, efficient manner. It's no different here. BTW, the rapist was imprisoned as soon as he was caught and has never been free……….I'm a realist, but living as a single woman since being widowed 38 years ago, I take care to make sure my house is secure DAY and night. All I need is a dog, which according to the police in the USA, is the best deterrent.
A big dog is best, two are even better. I was in the hospital, my family sleeping at home, when some waho broke into our kitchen. Our dane/lab mix left blood splatter all over the walls. My wife never heard a thing. The back door was wide open when she came downstairs in the morning. The dog was fine.
When you're ready to get a mutt, we have several candidates who live outside our gate and we feed every day. Fine mutts all, and all spayed and neutered.
We have five mutts running around, though only two would qualify as guard dogs. The other three are an old girl, Gladys, a shrimpy thing we found by the side of the road, and a guy we got from the shelter who is quite shy.People tell me that someone who really wanted to get in could poison them, and that's true, but I agree with you that a couple of dogs are the best protection.
Very scary to read something like this and not be affected by it. We all know that bad things do happen to good people in our USA and Canadian homes. However we feel a greater vunerability in Mexico as we stand out more. We will be in SMA in four weeks for a three month stay. Perhaps they will have caught this individual by then.
It would be helpful to see a list of do's and don'ts about living in SMA. We like to sleep with the window open, is that a bad thing in Mexico? Is it better to take a taxi home after dinner out, or can we expect to be able to walk home safely after sunset? After reading this post we are both a bit concerned…
I lived ten years in Bradenton-Sarasota area and now am in a retirement area of Arizona. In both locals, the crimes of home invasion almost always are “solved”. So, I guess I am saying that crimes that go unsolved here is much less frequent, even though San Miguel residents (not all) like to suggest that the world is uniformly dangerous. Having said that, there is no place I would rather live than again in San Miguel de Allende, but as a woman artist alone, it becomes a fearful option….My tribe is there. I know it. But I have recently walked those streets and it did not always feel so safe. Best if I remain this side of the border and just visit the beloved town….
Great – mutts are THE best. I always told people that Flash, who was with me 16 years, was a “freeway” dog because that is where the person who gave her to me found her. GREAT loyal dog……..
I agree that not all crimes in the U.S. are solved, and that police departments in the U.S. have their own problems, including police brutality, racism etc., But even after all that is factored in, I think they have a much better crime-solving batting average than their counterparts in San Miguel, whose average is nearly zeero. These guys here are nearly useless.
After the murder of the American woman, there was the daylight, gangland-style killing of a woman at an ice cream shop on the Ancha de San Antonio, one of the busiest streets in town. The day after another guy was killed somewhere in the San Antonio neighborhood. Supposedly, the last two killings were drug related. But no one seems to have concrete, reliable information, which is the main problem.I hope they catch these guys too. al
I would follow the same safety precautions that police departments issue in the U.S. Make sure the windows and doors are locked at night. Stay out of rough neigborhoods, when in doubt take a taxi home, etc. Other than that, I really don't know what to advise you… al
Please keep visiting. This is a lovely town, despite the recent problems.al
I have lived in SMA. I would live there again if I could get over my paranoia. I lived 10 years in Florida and now 2 in Southern AZ. I can tell you that many, many crimes here and in FL are solved. The proficiency and effectiveness of the police force amazes me. I do not know how they do it but it can be done.