Through the streets of Mexico City, in a beating rain, a gloomy procession wound one day last week. Three thousand black-clad mourners, almost all of them wearing little green badges, marched along with six rough coffins. In the coffins were the corpses of three boys, one stripling, two menjust a handful of the 350 casualties of Mexico's elections, victims of a tragicomic burlesque of democracy.
The mourners were supporters of the anti-Administration candidate, Juan Andreu Almazán. As they slowly trudged past the offices of the Partido de la Revolutión Mexicana, which supported the Government's candidate Manuel Avila Camacho, marchers silently and...
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