Mexico is one of the deadliest countries on earth to be a reporter, and not one at war. The people who kill journalists here are rarely caught, which is precisely why it keeps happening.
The reporters who survive have a name for what they do: survival journalism. It isn’t about courage in the Hollywood sense, the lone truth-teller shouting into the dark. It’s a craft of hard calculations made under pressure, where the instincts that serve a reporter anywhere else can be exactly the ones that get you killed here. The people who last learned to think differently about the work, and they paid for those lessons.