In 2017, the cost of feeding a child at school for a whole year is still a snip at just £13.90. Mary's Meals is now providing school meals to well over a million children, in communities held in subjection to poverty and hunger. As well as fundraising efforts however, I've also written about failures of diplomacy in the developed world, inhibiting efforts to deal collaboratively with crises such as the famine now menacing East Africa and Yemen.
The image, housed behind
bullet-proof glass on the high wall behind the altar, has survived myriad
vicissitudes of Mexican history over the last 500 years, and notably a bomb
intended to destroy it in November 1921, that not only left it unscathed but wonderfully
caused no serious injury to the priests and people celebrating Mass when it went
off. I knelt down and prayed for 20 minutes or so before learning, to my
delight, that there would be a Mass at 8pm; memorable not least for the
presence of a giant butterfly, flitting to and fro above the mostly empty pews.
Afterwards i set off in search of a pilgrims’ hostel i’d been told about, to
find it closed, so i checked into an inexpensive hotel; clean and comfortable,
but laid out exactly like the prisons you see in American films – a rectangular
atrium on two floors, with a gangway running around the rooms on the upper
level. My patchy sleep seemed to be down to a combination of cheesy popcorn for
supper and jet-lag, but i later twigged, when the pattern was repeated, that
the city’s altitude must have had something to do with it.
Mass in the Basilica, with Our Lady's image visible at centre.
Next day, Thursday 28th July, after a lie-in i made my way to
the Basilica in time for a much better attended noon Mass, at which apparently a
Bishop was being installed – around thirty Bishops and Archbishops concelebrated.
That all was not sweetness and light in Mexico at that time, however, was illustrated
by the discordant motif on a black ‘hoodie’ worn by a teenager standing in
front of me in the line for Communion. It showed a playing card, with the words
Alcatraz and San Francisco running up and down the sides, framing a likeness of Al Capone in trademark shades and smoking
a cigar, baseball bat in one hand and machine gun in the other. Miniature pigeons
were among the novel fowl of Mexico City’s streets as i then made my way
through thundery showers (it was the rainy season) to the relatively sleepy
plaza on which stands the 18th century baroque Church of San
Domingo, built on the site of the 16th century headquarters of the
Inquisition. On the street nearby i struck up a conversation with two Russian
tourists, telling them a bit about my passage through their homeland, though i
learnt that they were both emigres to the United States. The guest house where i
spent the night, named after a renowned Brazilian metropolis, was decidedly
insalubrious, feeling as if it might have enjoyed its best days when that
country’s footballers were competing in the 1986 World Cup, or even in the
tournament which Mexico hosted in 1970.
On Friday 29th July, after Mass in the Church of San Domingo
i came back to the neighbourhood of the Basilica, and passed an hour or two in
an internet café. A part of the evening was then spent in prayer before the
image of Our Lady, after which i emerged onto the esplanade at a place with an
exceptionally good modern statue of Blessed John Paul II.
On Saturday 30th July, dedicated
to St Peter Chrysologus, after another night ‘in the cells’, as it were, at the
same hotel where i’d spent the first night, my primary objective as usual was
to attend Mass, celebrated in Italian for a group of pellegrini in the charming old 16th century Basilica, in
which the image was housed until the 1970s. But my secondary aim was to track
down the Estadio Azteca (designed
incidentally by the same fellow responsible for the new Basilica), scene of
England’s legendary clash with Argentina at the quarter final stage of the 1986
World Cup. Calling into a busy diner for lunch, when an itinerant troubadour finished
singing and came to my table for his tip, he indicated the whereabouts of this fabled
venue on my map, and was amused that an Englishman should want to be reminded
of ‘La Mano de Dios’.
Famously, Diego Maradona’s sleight of hand foxed both the referee and the
linesman when he punched the ball over Peter Shilton for Argentina’s first
goal. He also scored a dazzling second before claiming, in perhaps the most hotly
disputed remark ever uttered in a post-match press conference, that the first
little bit the head of Maradona and a little bit the hand of God."
Emmanuel dexterity: The Hand of God
early evening when i reached the arena, and learnt that i could either come
back on Monday and stump up rather a lot for an organised guided tour, or else pay
the equivalent of $10 for an unofficial peak there and then. Opting for the
latter, a groundsman led me through a tunnel to the tiered seats of the interior.
It was completely empty of course, but somehow one could conjure up the
carnival atmosphere of the 1986 Copa del
Mundo, when the world was first introduced to the ‘Mexican Wave’. Especially
though i tried to imagine the atmosphere for the England-Argentina game, all
the more cauldron-like, since the Falklands conflict of 1982 was relatively
fresh in the memory. Maradona and his team-mates knew that anything less than
victory would be intolerable to their countrymen. My guide pointed out the
penalty box where the enterprising young Argentine demonstrated so memorably
his ability to handle the situation.
 At 2240
metres, Mexico City’s altitude dwarfs Ben Nevis, the highest peak in the
British Isles, at just 1344 metres.The
thinness of the air resulting from this elevation is often cited as a factor
that enabled Bob Beamon to set a world record in the long jump at the 1968
Olympic Games which stood for 22 years.