11.
Ghastly Worship
Two yellow melting ice cream cone steeples decorating the city cathedral attract me. Curious, I go in.
A creepy fear trip is going down inside—a Disneylandish Chamber of Horrors.
Flickering candles in red jars give an illusion of tortured movement to a waxy life-sized figure of Jesus in agony. Realistic skin tears away from His exposed knee bones while painted blood trickles freely from the ghastly wounds of a horrible beating…
An old woman in black is muttering confidentially to Him, her wrinkled face stretched close to His uncanny, glittering glass eyes.
It is something to worship all right!
Almost staggering back outside, I am blinking in the sudden sunlight, bless it, when I stumble against against a newspaper kiosk featuring the latest front page visual freak-out of the Mexican press: two big photographs side by side: a hanging dead man, garroted with a length of wire and some smiling naked women displaying their hairy sex organs.
South of the Border sex and violence culture--here it is in the daily news.
Tomasito, 2009
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