In Leon's bright, sun-spattered zocalo (public square), the air was electric with resentment. Thirty thousand Mexicans stood silent and dry-eyed as pyjama-clad workmen bore past them the 27 flag-draped coffins. Behind the coffins trudged women, heads covered and bowed, some with armloads of white lilies, others with dark rebozos draped over nursing child and naked breast. At the cemetery an angry, white-faced priest shouted: "Long live Christian democracy!"
Like most of the 27, basket maker Luterio Alcaraz had been no Sinarquista, only a devout Catholic. With his wife he had gone to...
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