A month ago in Chiapas, a Mexican state caught in a bloody battle between criminal groups, a car carrying the frontrunner to be the country’s next president was stopped by a group of masked men.
The men filmed Claudia Sheinbaum through the window as they begged her to do something about the violence in the region. It was a tense, off-script moment in a carefully planned campaign: the men claimed to be locals, but could have been anyone. Yet Sheinbaum kept her cool.
