Voices of the Poor Lost in Honduras' Power Struggle
Two weeks ago Sunday I awoke to my cell phone ringing at 6:45 a.m. In my sleepy delirium I answered it to hear the agitated voice of Isidra, a friend and "hermana" from our church in Flor del Campo, a marginalized neighborhood near the airport of Tegucigalpa. "They've taken the president!" she told me, and in my confusion I asked who "they" were and where they took him. "The military took him at gunpoint, but nobody knows where he is now