Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Violence in Mexico Persists, Media Coverage Does Not

       At about 11 in the morning,while enjoying my daily consumption of my hastily prepared peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, a woman brought up a point that a friend of hers had made. What he (the friend) had supposedly said (and I'm paraphrasing) was, "So a congresswoman got shot in Arizona? Big deal! People get shot everyday just on the other side of the border." While I don't think that the shooting in Arizona last month is an event to be waved off, I do think that the deaths that occur in Mexico are waved off all too quickly.

      I appreciate that the arrests of certain drug lords appear in the paper and that Anderson Cooper likes to take a field trip to every newly discovered tunnel that was used to smuggle drugs from Mexico into the U.S. but there's just so much more going on down there that isn't being discussed.

       Violence by the drug cartels isn't new. It's not something that started up last year or even five years ago. But at least back then you knew that if you were smart and steered clear of the violence and the drugs, there was no need to fear for your life. Unfortunately for the Mexican people, that no longer holds true. Now any owner of even the smallest business runs the risk of being approached by a member of a drug cartel demanding payment. You paid or you were killed. It was that simple. Actually, that's not new either but it appears to be happening more often.

           Eventually, my grandfather had to stop taking his truck to Mexico because a nice truck like that would surely get taken away. While they felt relatively safe taking my grandmother's car, they made sure to take certain precautions. I noticed that on her rear-view window she had a window decal of a local cafe. It was the very same decal that my uncle had on his car. I didn't find it particularly strange but out of curiosity I asked my mother about it. "They were told to stick them on their cars so that when they go into Rio Bravo the narcos know they're going to the cafe," she said. Outsiders are watched very closely from the moment that they enter into their territory.

         With such fear plaguing people who visit Mexico, I can't imagine what the locals must be going through. There are towns in which the people are too scared to even honk their car horns because honking at the wrong person will likely result in your murder. In one case, a woman instinctively honked at a driver in front of her when he refused to move at a green light. She immediately realized her mistake. The man got out of his car and walked towards her window. "I'm in a good mood," he told her, "so I'll let you live."

             These men have already taken over entire towns and villages. Placing these guys in jail isn't likely to stop the violence when there are corrupt prison guards who unleash them at night to murder their enemies. With so much corruption and violence I can't blame the Mexican people for wanting to cross into U.S. soil. But that doesn't help either because now the people smuggling them across (aka the coyotes) are members of the drug cartels and once they get those people across, they'll hold them captive. Who knows what they do to them.

             But that's the problem isn't it? People not knowing and people not wanting to know. People are decapitated or hung from bridges everyday but no one on this side hears of it unless it happens to a U.S. citizen or an ICE agent. Egypt's uprising was a noteworthy event, to say the least, but why can't our southern neighbors receive half the attention they did? Is fear driving our ignorance? Whatever the reason is, we better start paying attention soon because whether you want to believe it or not, that violence has already reached this side of the river.

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Improvement in McAllen, Appreciated but Insufficient

       I was optimistic about my return home. I thought I would catch up on sleep, read a few books, visit with friends, but I naively chose to downplay the dark pit of boredom in which I would be buried. It was inevitable. Now I'm back from my "winter" break (can 70 degrees be considered winter?) It was during that time that I found my conscious life to be nothing more than interruptions from the time I spent asleep.

     My uncle came down from San Antonio for New Year's and asked me what I had done since returning from New York. He knew the answer, of course, and in fact when asked about the valley the question is basically rhetorical. "Sleep, watch TV, and eat," I answered. There wasn't a lot of socializing going on but then again, breaks are usually the most pathetic times in my life. More than ever I felt disconnected from the rest of the world. There I could go an entire day without going outside and worst of all I could go days without being aware of the latest headlines.

      But maybe my situation was worse than most because I don’t own a car and I was practically left stranded in my own home. My home is an island and the streets make up the sea that had enclosed me. Oh, why can’t I have my own little boat? Still, even with a boat I’d just be floating around wondering where to go and what to do. And of course I wouldn't be allowed to go to certain areas of the valley after dark considering the situation is getting worse (the war in question is no longer underground and the river no longer serves as barrier for the violence). However, more into this topic is better suited for another time.

    My dull time at home only reaffirmed the truth universally acknowledged that there’s something missing here. I do have to give credit to the growing nightlife in downtown McAllen. I’ve yet the pleasure of experiencing the fun for myself but I hear it’s become quite the scene. So at least for those who enjoy partying it up till dawn (and those old enough to do it) life in the valley perhaps isn’t so bleak. It’s heading in the right direction but it’s taking longer than anyone would like.