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Mexican Police Hit the Books With the Help of Radio Codes
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Santoyo Herrera, a member of a special crisis strike force known as the Coyotes, was one of them.
"I hadn't read a book since high school," he said during a break in class.
Something else happened, too. Santoyo Herrera started to reassess the education that his children, now 7 and 4, were getting. They weren't reading much, he noticed, and he wasn't happy about it.
He started buying them books.
Trying Their Hand
Class resumed with a question.
"Have any of you heard of 'One Hundred Years of Solitude?' " Pérez Ortiz asked.
Santoyo Herrera looked down, scraping a boot against the floor. Some officers shook their heads. Others looked around searchingly. Not a hand was raised.
Pérez Ortiz smiled patiently.
"It's a very interesting work," he assured them.
An aide produced bright green, pristine copies of "One Hundred Years of Solitude." Some of the officers turned the books over and over in their hands, examining them as if they were objects from outer space.
The officers will get Meléndez Mecalco's translation of the first chapter. But today, they are going to be the writers. Pérez Ortiz tells them to partner up and write their own translations of Chapter 1.
Marco Antonio Molina Tolentino hunched over a blank page with fellow officer Luis Alberto Campos Tellez. Pencil in hand, Molina Tolentino started to write.
