At one point I was overcome with emotion. It felt like the 60s Civil Rights movement all over again. However, I was disabused of that nostalgia when I mentioned to a woman that I would not have voted for Hillary Clinton, either. The woman's face darkened with rage as she sneered threateningly, "Don't even go there!" Maybe it wasn't very nice, but I shot back, "We came, we saw, he died. Cackle, cackle, cackle," and walked away to join a couple of women carrying little Canadian flags.
Add to this the fact that any honest observer knows better than to trust the words of any politician. As the saying goes:
Q: How do you know when a politician is lying?
A: His or her lips are moving.
One good thing is that it's unlikely that I'll see this many of them in one place at the same time for the rest of my stay in Oaxaca.