MEXICO '61

 

 “The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult; and left untried.”

  ― G.K. Chesterton, What's Wrong with the World

 

Where memory fails us: MEXICO '61. This is a coming-of-age story told by three boyhood friends, all with differing accounts of a trip to Mexico in 1961. The story addresses antisemitism, racism, sexual exploitation, and poverty in the 1950s to 60s.

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