ABSTRACT
His image is everywhere—on the walls, on the stamps, on the schools, on the money, on the mountain tops, on the prisons, and in the center of every town and hamlet any and everywhere. The young priest from Spain shakes his head. The old men come by and take their hats off as they pass his statue in the plaza. They call him a saint! They ask me to perform a mass for him! For a dead man. Yes! I will do that. But as a saint! Never!
