“Oye, ¿Me puedes decir dónde están los murales aquí de Pilsen? I asked the waiter as I left one of the typical Mexican restaurants on 18th street. Although I had already found many paintings on some side streets of the neighborhood, it was the hunch that I had missed some that made me pocket my phone and go free-style, using what I shall call Mexican Google: simply asking locals for information, the old-fashioned way.
The waiter told me to check the train tracks just a few blocks north of 18th before he smiled from under a shiny curl of black hair and whisked away his tray back to the kitchen. Outside the restaurant, a short and spriteful older woman saw my lost face through her large lenses like the round disks of magnifying glasses. A crossing-guard, she quickly hustled children across the street like a mother hen to point me in another direction, a few blocks south of 18th.
Between having just arrived in Chicago after visiting family in México and the tense political debates hovering over the asinine plans to construct a wall to separate two countries, walking around Pilsen on Chicago’s Lower West Side made it all the more apparent that such a wall would never separate much—much less culture—which made the encounter with the mural “The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion” even more poignant.
Besides —as the Vedic wisdom goes—the total space created within walls is no more nor less than before their existence, as can be proven by removing such walls, which also creates no more nor less space in this world. Thus, walls do not separate space; they exist in space, and therefore separate nothing.
So you might as well paint them.