MEXICO
Inauguration Without Assassination
At every entrance to the vast concrete horseshoe of Mexico's National Stadium stood two soldiers last week, solemnly slapping the hips of everyone who entered, searching for pistols. In a parking space nearby a sergeant of artillery elegantly picked his teeth while black-eyed Indian children gazed, owl solemn, at the battery of cannon under his charge. Inside the stadium 50,000 people bought hot frijoles (baked beans roasted in corn husks) and cold beer from shrill peddlers, gazed impatiently at the platform garlanded with red and white carnations, green...
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