That doesn’t happen in El Paso. Things on both sides of the river look more or less the same and the streets of both sides are packed with brown and white faces, the same food, the same air, and the same Spanish and English words thrown back and forth. That what happens in la frontera is so problematic is shocking. Viewed from the border itself, the conflict is not between two countries; it’s an argument between neighbors that occupy the same land but don’t share the same privileges, and it’s an argument often policed by people who don’t even live anywhere near that neighborhood.
