Book by BENJAMIN ALIRE SÁENZ
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If you stand in front of the Kentucky Club bar in Ciudad Juárez and look four blocks north, you see the U.S. and Mexican flags flapping on top of the Santa Fe Bridge to El Paso. Families with roots on both sides of the border once passed fluidly back and forth over that bridge to visit cousins, go to school, grab lunch, get a tooth pulled, or for a night on the town.
The drug wars and immigration crackdowns have radically curtailed that flow, though it’s still possible, albeit scarier, for Americans to pop into the Kentucky Club on the Mexican side for a drink and sit on the same barstools where Al Capone, Elizabeth Taylor, and Marilyn Monroe once perched.
