I have been back in the desert
for a week now. At first it was a slow adjustment, leaving behind my regular
type life for real this time and not knowing where the desert would lead me.
On my first day, we found a
homemade backpack constructed of cardboard, burlap sacking and string. These
backpacks are often used to carry marijuana bricks across the border and
finding it led to a conversation about the difficulties of unraveling the
border narrative of the drug trade.
Here in Ajo, the crossing is the
longest of any point on the border, up to 70 miles of uninhabited national
parks, US army and Bureau of Land Management land. The dangerous nature of the
crossing means that the cartels charge the least to cross and that the migrants
who cross here are often the least able to afford the crossing fee, therefore
they are forced into carrying drugs in lieu of cash payment.
On the US side of the border,
this reinforces the right-wing narrative that all migrants are drug smugglers.
It is a disingenuous narrative, designed to provoke fear in the US population
and to criminalize people who have been displaced through violence, climate
change and economic insecurity. A person who has left their homeland though
fear of gang violence, walked thousands of miles in search of basic safety and
arrived in Sonora only to find that the cartel crossing fee exceeds any amount
they could possibly muster, who then agrees to carry a brick of marijuana
across the border is not a “drug smuggler.” An unwilling “mule,” maybe, but not
a smuggler which implies repeated commercial interest in the drug trade.
For now, the desert is leading me
to help these migrants, the ones who do not garner sympathetic news stories or
spark crowd-funding campaigns. I am looking for a place to stay in Ajo and to
play a small part in humanizing the border for those most in need.
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