Thousands of men on horses, all dolled up for the occasion. Thousands of Royal Guards with all their trimmings, funny hats included. Dozens of golden carriages covered in gold and silver. And thousands and thousands of men, women and children waving and cheering the 86 year old Monarch who celebrated her Diamond Jubilee.
As I watched it all on TV, I thought of the poor teacher in Matamoros who was stripped of her American citizenship by an Immigration zealot in Bronswville and was deported back to Mexico.
I also thought of the poor Bolivian Indian in the Andes, who walks five miles each way everyday of his life to get a gallon of water.
I watched the old lady in white waving to the crowds, not even smiling.And I remembered the young woman who lost her husband and two children at the hands of the brutal Zetas in Mexico.
Or the mothers in Argentina who are still waiting for their disappeared children who banished during the military dictatorship that destroyed my country.
It may be tradition, but what I saw made me sick, literally.
Lets us remember that the European Union is going through its worst economical crisis since its inception. Greece and Spain are hanging by a hair, with hundreds of thousands losing their jobs.
Hopelesness is taking a grip of the region as fears for the worse are spreading like butter.
And yet, the Queen is throwing a party to celebrate her 60th anniversary sitting on the throne. And that's what she has done so, literally, all those years. Sitting, and nothing else.
Here's a woman who has never worked in her life, nor her husband, the Duke, nor her children, and so on. They never picked up a shovel, let alone harvested apples, like the campesinos in the Yakima Valley, in the State of Washington.
She has never had to stay in line to receive her monthly check of 200 hundred dollars to feed her baby. Never. And the Duke has never had to call the Health Department to claim his 650 dollars from Social Security.
Some sources estimate the cost of the party at 500 million dollars, a lot more that what I spent on my last birthday. I know that even if that money was spent on the less fortunate, poverty will still be among us, as well as other injustices.
But it's still a slap on the face of so many people whose lives are light miles away from those who paraded in front of Buckingham Palace.
But the party went on. And the British and the world danced along to the tune of pomp and tradition, a tradition that will never reach the life of the teacher who was deported back to Mexico. Why? Because that;s the way things are in this cruel world.