(And the best die young: The short life and death of Selena Quintanilla-Perez – Copyright© 2009 – cyberaxis.wordpress.com)
March remains the cruelest of all months; and the 31st, the day time stood still in a space so surreal it deserves its own time-line.
Flashback reminiscent of November 22, 1963: It’s a little after 1.05pm and the news that would rock Corpus Christi and the world begins to fan out of Memorial Medical Center (now the corporately-branded Christus Spohn Hospital Corpus Christi): Selena Quintanilla-Perez, the celebrated Queen of Tejano has just died after being shot by the former president of her fan club. Incongruity: Selena the most loving person in the world had just died following the most hate-filled encounter. The collective mind could not wrap itself around this. It still cannot.
And so it has been with this tragedy, that the majority of us have been condemned to start the story of Selena at the end of it with a casket, instead of the irrepressible little girl who would transfix the world with her song. Continue reading