In Mexico, a community laid to rest the man shot and killed by an ICE agent during a traffic stop in Franklin Park.
Silverio Villegas-Gonzalez, 38, was shot and killed on September 12 after allegedly dragging a U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement officer with his car.
Two weeks after the deadly shooting, family and friends of bid him a final farewell in a small Mexican town.
Family said Villegas-Gonzalez left Irimbo, in Mexico's Michoacan state, for the United States 18 years ago.
On Friday, a somber procession followed his coffin to a funeral mass.
He was also honored in the town's main square before finally being laid to rest.
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Things We Carry on the Sea
[Wang Ping](https://poets.org/poem/things-we-carry-sea) 1957 –
We carry tears in our eyes: good-bye father, good-bye mother
We carry soil in small bags: may home never fade in our hearts
We carry names, stories, memories of our villages, fields, boats
We carry scars from proxy wars of greed
We carry carnage of mining, droughts, floods, genocides
We carry dust of our families and neighbors incinerated in mushroom clouds
We carry our islands sinking under the sea
We carry our hands, feet, bones, hearts and best minds for a new life
We carry diplomas: medicine, engineer, nurse, education, math, poetry, even if they mean nothing to the other shore
We carry railroads, plantations, laundromats, bodegas, taco trucks, farms, factories, nursing homes, hospitals, schools, temples…built on our ancestors’ backs
We carry old homes along the spine, new dreams in our chests
We carry yesterday, today and tomorrow
We’re orphans of the wars forced upon us
We’re refugees of the sea rising from industrial wastes
And we carry our mother tongues
爱(ai)，حب (hubb), ליבע (libe), amor, love
平安 (ping’an), سلام ( salaam), shalom, paz, peace
希望 (xi’wang), أمل (’amal), hofenung, esperanza, hope, hope, hope
As we drift…in our rubber boats…from shore…to shore…to shore…