By dawn, the prison walls in Machala no longer hid their secret. Thirty-one inmates lay dead, many asphyxiated in cramped, chaotic spaces where oxygen, mercy, and control all vanished at once. Residents who spent the night listening to gunfire and explosions awoke to the confirmation of their worst fears: this was not an isolated outburst, but another chapter in a national unravelling. Behind every number was a son, a brother, a father whose final moments were consumed by panic and confusion.
As elite police units moved in to retake the facility, Ecuador confronted a reality it can no longer postpone. Its prisons, long infiltrated by gangs and drug-trafficking networks, have become battlegrounds where reorganizations spark bloodshed and the state’s authority is openly tested. Machala’s tragedy is not only about what happened inside the cells; it is a stark warning of how deeply violence now runs through the country’s institutions and how high the cost will be if nothing truly changes.
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