Under the feathery streamers of a pirul tree in Mexico City's civil cemetery, faithful throngs patiently waited their turn last week before a simple black metal vault. As soon as one pilgrim crossed himself and rose, another would kneel, to kiss the vault, pray, light a vigil lamp and perhaps scrawl a penciled supplication on the tomb's concrete base. Inside lay the bones of a man shot by a firing squad more than 23 years ago. He was MigueJ Augustin Pro Juarez, priest, servant of the poor and martyr for his faith.
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