‘Nothing Ever Happens in Mexico . .’

IN 1911, when old Porfirio Díaz boarded the SS Ypiranga in Veracruz to sail away to exile and death in Paris, he mused sadly: “Nothing ever happens in Mexico— until it happens.”

Today many thoughtful Mexicans see disquieting similarities between that era and their own. They also see little chance that the election of a new president on July 4 will bring a voluntary change in the government’s drive toward a full-blown centrally planned socialist economy.