Sentencing for No More Deaths Volunteer, Will Stanton, Charged with Littering

Read more about Will Stanton's sentence - community service and banned from the wildlife refuge.

800 Mile Wall Trailer

I saw this entire film while in Tucson this summer. It is profound!! If it comes to your area - SEE IT!!

800 Mile Wall trailer

More Humanitarians Fined for Leaving Water in Desert

Things are heating up on the border between humanitarians and the federal government:

Read these articles:

"The Activist Question:Tensions between humanitarians and federal officials are on the rise along the border"

13 No More Deaths volunteers fined for leaving water

Criminalizing humanitarian aid on the border

Watch this newscast:

Humanitarians fined - KOLD 13 Tucson

Thought for the Day

“To restore the land one must live and work in a place.
To work in a place is to work with others.
People who work together in a place become a community,
and a community, in time, grows a culture.
To work on behalf of the wild is to restore culture.”
-- Gary Snyder

Gift of "Noodling" Time

For my birthday this year I gave myself the gift of time. Yes, 6 days of being "meeting/planned activity/program/to-do list" free. No scheduled activities - no "shoulds" - no wearing a watch. Just being in the moment - praying, walking, reading, thinking, cooking simple meals, meditating, journaling, "puttering," and reflecting - all in my own time and at my own pace.

Here's a picture of my hermitage at the Spiritual Life Institute/Nada Hermitage in Crestone, CO. (Is that a burning bush?)
This is the view from the window seat in my hermitage. That's the glow of the sunset reflecting on the 14,000' Kit Carson peak.I used some of my time at the hermitage for what I call "noodling" (what Brenda Ueland, in If You Want to Write: A Book About Art, Independence and Spirit, calls "moodling.") Noodling is not idle time, it is not "doing nothing," it is not "wasting time." Rather, this regular dose of unstructured, unscheduled "puttering" is a necessary time of slowing down for "creative laziness" where I can nurture my soul, care for my mental and physical well-being, and foster creativity. As Ueland says, "True creativity is a slow flowering, cultivated by lots of idle time. The imagination needs moodling - long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering. . . People who are always briskly doing something and are as busy as waltzing mice . . . have no slow, big ideas."

She continues,

"What happens when we shut the noise off for a while? If we hang out long enough to let our ears stop ringing and the after-images fade from in front of our eyes, we discover . . . quiet. And in the quiet we begin to hear our inner voice. And just maybe, if we listen to ourselves long enough, we will discover an essential self that doesn't depend on purchases, possessions or prestige to feel whole. Then we can begin to make life choices based on our own true humanity, rather than on the dictates of our consumption crazy, growth-driven society. That's a subversive notion, indeed!"

I am reminded of a conversation with Richard Rohr, founder of the Center for Action and Contemplation, last summer. He shared that through the years he has learned that the most radical acts we do are not our engagement in social justice issues. Rather, our most radical act is sitting in silence, seemingly "doing nothing" for the 20 minute sits, twice a day. In doing so we embody that there is nothing else in our lives - in our "doing" - more important than this. This is subversive!

I am thankful for my time away to be quiet and to "noodle" - not doing anything in particular. I return to my relationships and work more rested, centered, and grounded. I have had time to think, imagine, and reflect. Having the time and space for creative musings will prove beneficial as I continue planning for the academic year. This was a rewarding and enriching time - a true gift. I recognize and name my privilege in being able to take this time - for many would not be able to do so. For this I am profoundly grateful.

Into the Silence

Here are some closing thoughts and pictures (for now) on this border journey. Today I enter into a silent retreat at a hermitage in Colorado where I am choosing not to be "plugged in" for a few days. I will take my experiences with me for deeper reflection and prayer.

Though I experienced the harshness of the desert landscape, I also witnessed her beauty. The paradox!

The colors of the sunset were amazing each night.

The moon setting in the glow of a 5:00 a.m. sunrise.


A reminder of God's covenant with humanity and all the earth.


Mark Adams offers this thought for us to consider -- What might it be like if the vertical "walls that divide us are turned on their sides, becoming tables that unite us." Can we feast at the banquet together?

Pictures of the Border Wall from the Nogales, Sonora, Mexico side - with graffiti and art installations.


Finally, this quote by Elizabeth O'Conner (of Church of the Savior in DC), sent by a new friend in Asheville:

"Whoever joins God's liberation movement must be content to spend time in the wilderness, to live in tents and not know what the morrow brings."

Environmentally Sustainable +Socially Just, + Spiritually Fulfilled

While in Denver this past week I participated in a facilitator training for the symposium, "Awakening the Dreamer, Changing the Dream," created by the Pachamama Alliance. Their mission is:

"bringing forth an environmentally sustainable, spiritually fulfilling and socially just human presence on Planet Earth."

They see these seemingly separate issues as one - not three - intimately interconnected. So do I! (In fact, what I experienced in the Symposium when I was introduced to it in April is one of the most profoundly integrated ways of thinking and being I have ever encountered! I can't wait to bring it home to campus and my religious communities.)

On my journey, I witnessed this interconnectedness to be true in profound ways. The social justice issue of abject poverty in Mexico leads people to cross the border, which increases the human impact on the fragile desert lands - the migrants deposit the belongings they carry which increases the amount of litter in the desert, and Border Patrol agents drive their vehicles violently over the desert landscape creating new roads and destroying sensitive ecosystems as they seek to enforce immigration policy. The Border Wall has created huge environmental issues as it has blocked migratory routes for many species and prevented access to natural habitats and grazing lands, as well as causing flooding which has impacted humans, plants and animals. The Wall has also blocked access to sacred lands, and burial grounds of indigenous peoples who moved freely across the region for generations.

The Sierra Club Borderlands Campaign is working to address some of these issues. Check out their website for more information. They've also created a DVD, "Wild vs Wall." You can see a clip by clicking here.

Here is some of our work to eliminate the litter (and re-use our jugs). Many humanitarian organizations coordinate on-going trash removal efforts, even as they continue to place water in the desert.

Is it illegal to be a Christian?

Is it illegal to be a Christian? This is a good question raised by Mark Adams, a PCUSA mission co-worker at Frontera de Cristo, a Presbyterian a border ministry n Agua Prieta, Sonora, Mexico. It seems that for some, who have followed Jesus' message to care for the hungry, thirsty, naked, and stranger, it is been, as they have been arrested for living into the gospel message.

In his article, "Proclaiming Good News in the Midst of Bad," (in Horizons journal) Mark reminds us of the story of the Good Samaritan. In the story, "the Levite and a priest pass by the wounded man on the side of the road. In the strictest sense, they were following the law - to have stopped to provide assistance would have endangered their law-abiding status, they would have risked becoming 'unclean'. But the priest and Levite who had justified legal reasons for passing by are not held up as the example to follow. Rather, the Samaritan is."

Here are some other Scriptures which can guide how we reflect theologically on immigration, the border and migrants:

Genesis 1:27 - All humanity is created in God's image and therefore deserves to be treated with dignity and respect.

Matthew 22:39 - We are commanded to love our neighbors as ourselves and to do unto others as we would have them do unto us.

Matthew 25: 31-46 - We are called to welcome the stranger, provide food for the hungry and water for the thirsty - and "just as you did it to the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me."

Luke 10:37 - We are encouraged to follow the example of the Good Samaritan and "Go and do likewise."

I thank God for those Good Samaritans who will not allow the government to define their Gospel values.

H2O

June 24, 2009

I’ve thought a lot about water on this trip.

Water = Life. NO! Clean Water = Life

Unfortunately, not everyone thinks that putting safe, clean water in the desert is a compassionate deed. As I reported in a previous blog entry, on a water run with Humane Borders, we discovered holes drilled in the tank to deliberately drain the water. With No More Deaths, several of my patrols discovered gallon jugs that we had placed at particular sites a few days earlier had been slashed. Other NMD patrols found jugs they had placed only hours earlier, empty - intentionally cut open. This was hard to see – to feel – to know.

Note our message to those slashing the jugs.

Water is also an issue in Nogales, Sonora, Mexico. In the last 10-12 years, Nogales has gone from a town of 30,000 to 300,000 in population. This rapid growth was the result of people moving to the border for work in the maquiladoras when they could no longer sustain themselves in their small farming economies. In Nogales, there was no infrastructure in place to absorb this increased number of residents who began to squat on un-owned land. There were no roads, no water lines, no electricity, no sewage treatment plants, etc. – and now the city is unable to keep up and provide these services. Many neighborhoods are still without basic services.

Residents who can afford to, purchase water several times a week. This non-potable water, which is stored in a large tank (see picture), often on top of the house, is used for showering, flushing toilets, washing dishes, etc. Potable water for drinking and cooking must be purchased separately. Some homes don’t have tanks, and some who do cannot afford to fill them on a regular basis. Also, someone has to be at home when the water truck passes or the tank will not get filled. This makes it particularly difficult for a single mom who works in a maquila 10+ hours a day.

In the home where I stayed, the big tank was empty. This meant we could not get water from the tap to wash our hands or dishes, nor to flush the toilet, nor to take a shower. (Although, we would not have showered anyway as that would have been an extravagant activity.) Our “mom” had been able to save a large bucket of water for our use. To “flush” we had to pour a pitcher of water into the toilet to wash down anything we had deposited there. :o)

The very basics that I take for granted – that when I turn a faucet, water will come out; that when I press a handle, the toilet will flush; that when I want a shower, I can have one; and that when I want a drink of water or need to rinse when brushing my teeth that the water will be safe to do so. These basic functions, easily accessed in my world are a challenge for the poor people of Nogales.

There’s another water issue in Nogales caused by the wall the US has (is) constructing along the border. The impermeable material of which the wall is made has functioned as a dam, blocking the natural water run-off and causing significant flooding. Yet, our country does not take responsibility for the environmental damage, physical destruction and loss of life this flooding has caused.

Finally, is the issue of polluted and poisoned water, not only on the Mexico side of the border, but in Nogales, AZ. The lack of environmental regulations has allowed maquiladoras to improperly dispose of harmful waste – pouring toxins into the soil and dumping poisons into the streams, rivers and watersheds – causing sickness, disease and death. Just one example is the disproportionate number of people diagnosed with lupus in Nogales, AZ.

Clean water is a basic human need. Clean water is a basic human right.

Shrines in the Desert: Places of Prayers and Pain

(It is significant to post this today as Coalición de Derechos Humanos just reported that human remains recovered in the AZ desert since October 2008 reached 100.)

The desert landscape is dotted with shrines. Some, crudely made with objects carried by migrants, mark places where folks stop and pray for safety. Others mark graves of those whose journey to a new life ended in a horrific way. Here are pictures three of the many shrines I encountered:

Josseline Janiletha Hernandez Quinteros, a 14-year-old girl traveling through the desert with her 10-year-old brother and a group of migrants, was seeking to be reunited with her parents in LA. On her February journey, she sustained an injury and was abandoned by the coyote. Her brother made it to LA where he was able to report some of the desert landmarks where his sister was left behind. His family immediately called humanitarian groups to ask for help in searching for Josseline. Three weeks later several No More Deaths volunteer discovered her body. The coroner reported that she had only been dead for about a week, which means that she survived for two weeks, alone in the desert, before she died. Her body was found with her feet submerged in an icy pool of water in a wash very near a more heavily traveled trail, her shoes and socks folded neatly beside her. Her mother and father could not travel to attend her memorial service.

Location where her body was found.

This is the shrine in the No More Deaths Byrd Camp.

This shrine along the trail is made with objects carried for days by the migrants. Notice the card of Josseline on the tree. (This is a card distributed by No More Deaths.)

I close with this poem:

To Those Who Have Died in the Desert

In memory of those who went to look for a better life, yet only encountered death . . .

In memory of those who risked everything and lost everything . . .

Of those who went with hope in their eyes and challenge in their souls . . .

The sun burned them and the desert devoured them . . .

And the dust erased their names and faces.

In memory of those who never returned . . .

We offer these flowers and say with the deepest respect . . .

Your thirst is our thirst,

Your hunger is our hunger,

Your pain is our pain,

Your anguish, bitterness, and agony

Are also ours.

We are a cry for justice that no one would ever have to leave their land,

their beliefs,

their dead,

their children,

their parents,

their family,

their roots,

their culture,

their identity.

For out of the silence comes a voice that speaks . . .

So that no one will ever have to look for their dream in other lands,

So that no one would ever have to go to the desert

and be consumed by loneliness.

A voice in the desert cries out . . .

Education for all!

Opportunity for all!

Jobs for all!

Bread for all!

Freedom for all!

Justice for all!

We are a voice that will not be lost on the desert . . .

That insists that the nation give equal opportunity to a dignified and fruitful life to all its children.

Orthón Perez – Summer 2004

“For the right to live in peace . . .”

Living Conditions at Byrd Camp: Enough to Make a "J" Go Crazy

Some folks have wondered about our living conditions at Byrd Camp. Here are some pictures:

Camp Entrance - Welcome!

Tent Village – Each volunteer brings his/her own camping gear if he/she is able.

Kitchen

Kitchen Storage

Medical Tent

Campfire

Bathroom :o)

The organization of the camp will make a "J" (Myers-Briggs) go a little bonkers. I had been warned by the Presbyterian Pastor volunteer from Pennsylvania to leave my "J" in Tucson, so I tried. Admittedly, one day I had to "force" myself to go out on water patrol because my "J" was really wanting to stay in base camp to organize everything. I was "saved" by another "J" who volunteered to do so before I did. :o)

The Real Heroes

The volunteers with whom I worked may be seen as heroes (and she-roes) by some. Many gave up their vacation time and funded their own travel, choosing the physical, emotional and spiritual challenges in the desert for a week. Others have given years of time and energy in working to change unjust policies. Some have even risked prison sentences for their humanitarian work. Yet, the real heroes I met were the migrants. These men and women risk their lives so their families can survive. For so many, it’s not just the Sonoran desert they must cross. They have come from Guatemala, Honduras and Nicaragua, traveling weeks, often dangerously riding on top of trains to get to the border. They have had to pay exorbitant sums of money to coyotes without any guarantee of reaching the US. They have had to walk for days – perhaps weeks - through the scorching Sonoran desert, not knowing their location, fearing banditos, drug cartel members, US Border Patrol, and/or abandonment by their coyote if they slow down due to fatigue or injury. Sometimes they drink cow tank water, or even their own urine, to survive.

Why do they do it? Why don’t they just stay home? They can’t. They need work. They need to feed their children. Every migrant I spoke to (at NMD and Borderlinks) said they come because they need work to support their families.

When the US implemented Operation Gatekeeper (San Diego) and Operation Hold the Line (El Paso) in the mid-1990’s, the strategy was to force migrant crossings into the desert. The thinking was that the harshness of the desert would be a natural deterrent. This hasn’t been the case. Parents will go to great risks to provide for their families. (I’m spending some days in Denver with my brother and nephew and am aware that my brother would do the same to provide for his three-year-old son.)

I was able to talk to several migrants along the way. Here are their stories:

We met Juan in the desert as he whistled at one of our passing NMD trucks. He was obviously “in trouble” otherwise he would never have signaled for us to stop. In walking through the desert he had developed blisters on his feet and was vomiting for having drunk bad cattle tank water. He was dehydrated and exhausted. He was sobbing, not from his physical distress, but from the emotional stress. In very good English, he stated over and over that he just wanted to be with his family – in WA. Later I learned that he had previously been in the US for 17 years, working in agriculture in the Pacific Northwest, but had been deported 7 years ago. He has three young adult children and several grandchildren, who he has never seen, in WA. He was now trying to cross again to be with his family, but more importantly because his mother in Mexico had become ill and required hospitalization. His family could not pay the medical bills so he was trying to come back to the US to earn money to send home.

We met Carlos at Grupos Beta in Nogales, Mexico, an organization that helps migrants repatriate after deportation. He was also living and working in agriculture in WA with his three children and wife who is five months pregnant. He was stopped for a driving violation and in the process the sheriff discovered that he was undocumented. Thus, he was deported. He was very anxious and just kept saying, “I’ve got to get back to my family.”

Jesus, who we also met at Grupos Betas, had just been deported after his fourth attempt at crossing and some time spent in the US. He is an older gentleman – a farmer from Chiapas. He, too, was coming north for work since his small, family farm had been put out of business (by large US agribusiness, NAFTA, and huge subsidized corn imports from the US). The only thing he had in his possession were his deportation papers. US Border Patrol had taken and destroyed his Mexican identification card, which makes it very difficult for those being returned to Mexico. He had no money. He was staying at Grupos Beta and trying to find work each day in order to make enough money to be able to travel home. He had one offer of work but could not take it because he had no identification.

These men (and women) are not trying to invade our country or take our jobs. They are humble, hard working, human beings who love their families and are seeking the best way they know how to take care of them.

Presbyterian Pastors and Anarchists: Unity in Diversity

One week removed from my desert camp experience with No Mas Muertes I continue to reflect on the amazing group of people doing humanitarian work in and around Tucson, AZ. There are those who live in the area who do the work year round – people of faith, college students, anarchists, retired professionals, ministers, and all sorts of folks. There are those who drive Land Rovers and those who drive clunkers (if they even own a car); those who can eat at the best restaurants in town and those who dumpster dive for their food; those who wouldn’t darken the door of a church and those who have made ministry their life work; those who are clean-cut and smell fresh and those who haven’t showered for weeks whose odor can knock you out. It’s quite an eclectic lot!

This odd assortment of folks have become community for each other – and they don’t just tolerate one another. They respect and value each other, they work together and they learn from each other. Their decision making is by consensus, where all voices are heard. They have come together around the common cause of saving lives and reducing suffering in the desert. It was beautiful to witness and be a part of their community and their on-going work for five days. It gives me hope!

One young adult, who had been involved in social justice work while in college at the University of Arizona told me that he was really skeptical of this group of Christians that started No Mas Muertes. He had certain stereotypes and expectations of Christian people and wondered, “Do they not know their history? Do they not know how much damage they have perpetrated in the name of Christianity? There must be some ulterior motive to their work. Where’s the catch?” After hanging out and volunteering with No Mas Muertes, and getting to know the folks, he realized, “Yes, they absolutely do know their history and the pain they have caused. And they are trying to be different – to make a difference – in the name of love – because they are Christians.” This young man now feels called to the ministry and will enter seminary this fall.

As equally as impressive as the Tucson folks, were the volunteers, who like me, came for the week. In our group of desert dwellers was a college professor from KY; an army vet who served 4 tours in Iraq; graduate students from Boston and Vermont; a Unitarian Universalist religious educator and seminarian; two high school students who came last year with their youth group; a Spanish teacher getting ready to move to NYC for a new job; several college students from NC (Duke) and Texas; a social worker; an English teacher from Monterrey, CA who is driving around the country in a veggie fueled car; a cellist (yes, really); a Presbyterian pastor from PA; and a couple of wanderers. I was humbled and inspired by their life stories and the journeys that had brought each of them to this place at this time in their lives.

Throughout the week we functioned in camp by just pitching in to get things done. We had no particular assignments, not even a sign up sheet for chores. We just saw what needed to be done – cooking meals, washing dishes, securing tarps, gathering firewood, etc. – and each contributed as we were able. In addition to our work of placing water in the desert and maintaining camp, we broke bread together, gathered around the campfire for processing and singing (we had amazing musicians), shared our stories, and genuinely enjoyed being in each others company. It was a true gift to live and serve with these incredible (yet, quite ordinary) human beings. My hope in the goodness of humanity has been restored by these humanitarians!

Realizing I'm Exhausted

From June 5 – 14 I spent 5 days in the desert camp (“Byrd Camp”) with No Mas Muertes and 5 days on a Borderlinks delegation which took me into Nogales, Mexico. Over the next several days I will write about some of my experiences. The days were FULL - and I was so busy living them that I did not have much time to reflect. Now that I have had a few days away from the encounters I am realizing how exhausted I am – physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I need some time to process. I will write when I am ready and able.

In the meantime I share this Franciscan Blessing:

May God bless you with discomfort . . .

at easy answers, hard hearts,

half-truths and superficial relationships.

May God Bless you so that you may live

from deep within your heart

where God’s Spirit dwells.

May God bless you with anger . . .

at injustice, oppression and exploitation

of people.

May God bless you with tears . . .

to shed for those who suffer from pain,

rejection, starvation and war.

May God bless you

so that you may reach out your hand to

comfort them

and turn their pain into joy.

And may God bless you with enough

foolishness

to believe that you can make a difference

in this world, in your neighborhood,

so that you will courageously try

what you don’t think you can do, but,

in Jesus Christ, you’ll have all the strength necessary.

May God bless you to fearlessly

speak out about injustice,

unjust laws, corrupt politicians,

unjust and cruel treatment of prisoners,

and senseless wars,

genocides, starvations, and poverty that is

so pervasive.

May God bless you that you remember

We are all called to continue God’s

redemptive work

of love and healing

in God’s place, in and through God’s name,

in God’s Spirit, continually creating

and breathing new life and grace

into everything and everyone we touch.

Open Letter to Buenos Aires and Department of Interior

No Mas Muertes and other humanitarian organizations in Tucson continue to fight to place water on the Buenos Aires National Wildlife Refuge. Read open letter by following this link. Press conference was today.

Thoughts from a fellow humanitarian

Since I didn't have time to post today you can follow this link to read Kelly's reflections on her week at the No Mas Muertes "Bird Camp." We were companions on the journey of "saving lives and reducing suffering" as we placed water in the desert for migrants. Her blog includes some of my pictures. (Read more of her blog entries to learn about her journey around the country in a veggie oil fueled vehicle.)

Hopefully I'll have time to write tomorrow.

800 Mile Wall

Check out the blog on this site about the 800 mile border wall.

http://800milewall.blogspot.com/

Yes, I'm out of the desert and back from Mexico. My blogging will resume tomorrow.

Old Maps No Longer Work

I first encountered this poem this spring in a Circle of Trust group in which I participated at All Souls Episcopal Cathedral in Asheville. Given all I am experiencing on this journey, these words are touching a place deep within me. I need to sit and be quiet with them.

Old Maps No Longer Work

I keep pulling it out -
the old map of my inner path.
I squint closely at it,
trying to see some hidden road
that maybe I’ve missed,
but there’s nothing there now
except some well-traveled paths.
they have seen my footsteps often,
held my laughter, caught my tears.

I keep going over the old map
but now the roads lead nowhere,
a meaningless wilderness
where life is dull and futile.

“toss away the old map,” she says
“you must be kidding!” I reply.
she looks at me with Sarah eyes
and repeats, “toss it away.
it’s of no use where you’re going.”

“I have to have a map!” I cry,
“even if it takes me nowhere.
I can’t be without direction.”
“but you are without direction,”
she says, “so why not let go, be free?”

so there I am – tossing away the old map,
sadly fearfully, putting it behind me.
“whatever will I do?” wails my security
“trust me” says my midlife soul.

no map, no specific directions,
no “this way ahead” or “take a left”.
how will I know where to go?
how will I find my way? no map!
but then my midlife soul whispers:
“there was a time before maps
when pilgrims traveled by the stars.”

It is time for the pilgrim in me
to travel in the dark,
to learn to read the stars
that shine in my soul.
I will walk deeper
into the dark of my night.
I will wait for the stars.
trust their guidance.
and let their light be enough for me.

Joyce Rupp OSM

To the Desert Camp with No Mas Muertes

Today I move from my little "monastic cell" at FCC to Southside Presbyterian Church where I will be trained by No Mas Muertes folks before heading into their Arivaca desert camp tomorrow. Each day we will go on two water patrols, hiking 8-10 miles and leaving water in strategic locations along the migrant trail. We will also be available to offer medical care if we encounter persons in distress. Then on Wednesday I come back to Borderlinks for a Seminar for Educators which will be held primarily in Nogales, Mexico. Thus, I will have no computer/internet access. I will record my thoughts in a journal and offer reflections when I return.

Pray for me and my fellow volunteers as we go . . .

Carlos found alive!

Yay! The guys are so relieved that Carlos was found. He's in a detention center and will be deported, but at least he's alive. Thank God!

Vandalism and Being Lost in the Desert

Today I went out on another water station run with Humane Borders, this time to an area near Arivaca, with Gene, Felipe, Adan, and Memo. As we approached the area of the first station, we did not see the blue flag flying on the horizon as we expected. Rather, upon arriving, we found the flag poles bent and thrown in a tree, the flag ripped, and the barrels drilled with holes to drain out the water. I scanned the immediate area, a little nervous at the thought of vandals, while the guys set to replacing the barrels. As I retrieved the bent flag poles from the trees, I said to Memo “I can’t believe some people are so mean.” I was both angered and saddened that there are people who would rather let human beings die in the desert than provide them with life-saving water. I don’t care about political persuasion or what one believes about “illegal immigrants” - denying someone water in this desert is a death sentence. It is murder.

Today was particularly difficult for me, not because of the vandalism, or the heat, or the motion sickness from driving (or bouncing and jerking) through the desert. Rather, it was because of the two young men who traveled with us. Adan and Memo arrived in Tucson on Tuesday morning from LA. They are here looking for Adan’s brother, Carlos Vasquez - a son, a brother, a brother-in-law, and a dad of 4-year-old daughter, Carla. Carlos left Nogales with a group and a “smuggler” on Thursday. Adan spoke to him on a borrowed cell phone on Saturday around midnight as he was being left in the desert by the smuggler. The brothers spoke again on Sunday about 4:00 p.m. Carlos indicated he was in physical distress and lost in the desert.

Adan showed me a picture of Carlos and his daughter, Carla.

There has been no word from Carlos since Sunday. It’s now Thursday. Today the temperature is 104 degrees. Adan and Memo are frantic. They’ve been to Border Patrol, the Sheriff’s Office, hospitals, the Medical Examiner. They’ve called the cell phone company to try to locate him through a signal on the phone – but the phone is off, probably a dead battery. No sign of Carlos – alive or dead. As Adan says, it’s the not knowing that is so difficult. His mother in LA is distraught. His family has been through this before. His cousin died while crossing and was found three weeks later barely recognizable and with all four limbs missing.

This time, it’s his brother. Adan and Memo are staying in the room next to me at First Christian Church. Each day they search, they wait for phone calls, they contact various agencies, they pray. I pray, too. The men and women crossing this scorching, harsh, vast desert to feed and provide for the basic needs of their families are no longer images on a movie screen or people I read about in books. I’ve been with Adan and Memo, the family of one lost in he desert . . . I’ve seen a picture and heard stories of Carlos (and Carla) . . . I even helped them look for him today. Please, God, let him be alive . . .

Trial of No Mas Muertes Volunteer

The trial of No Mas Muertes volunteer, Walt Stanton, who was charged with littering when he placed gallon jugs of water in the desert in Buenos Aires National Wildlife Refuge, has been taking place in Tucson the last three days.

Click for local Tucson TV news report.

From Democracy Now Headlines:

"No More Deaths Activist on Trial in Arizona

In Arizona, a human rights activist from the group No More Deaths went on trial Monday for leaving plastic jugs of water in a National Wildlife Refuge near the US-Mexico border. The activist, Walt Staton, says the water jugs were left to prevent migrants from dying of dehydration. The US government has accused Staton of “knowingly littering” in the Buenos Aires Wildlife Refuge. The group No More Deaths has worked for years to provide humanitarian aid to migrants. Over the past decade, nearly 2,000 men, women and children have died while trying to cross the border into Arizona."

Check out the No Mas Muertes (No More Deaths) website for more information.

Finally, the response letter from Rev. Robin Hoover, the pastor at First Christian Church (where I am staying) and the Founder and President Emeritus of Humane Borders.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Statement from Humane Borders

Re: Conviction of Walt Stanton for littering

Walt Stanton, a volunteer for the group No More Deaths was convicted of knowingly littering on the Buenos Aires Wildlife Refuge while actually placing life-saving jugs of water out to help reduce the numbers of migrants dying on that property.

Well, here we go again! The United States Fish and Wildlife Service is continuing to show blatant disregard for the value of human life on USFWS property. Apparently, the local land managers are slow learners. Apparently, nothing has been learned since May 23, 2001 when 14 dead migrants were recovered along with 12 partially mummified survivors on the Cabeza Prieta National Wildlife Refuge after refusing Humane Borders permission to install water stations on known trails. A recently retired executive for USFWS recently said, “That wasn’t our best day.”

Water in the desert means life. Water is placed in the desert to save lives from California to Texas. Then Deputy Director of the Department of Interior, Lynn Scarlett, wrote a memo supporting cooperation between land managers and humanitarian groups. The presence of water stations and water drops are statistically significant in reducing migrant deaths. These things work, and they have the approval at the highest levels of government.

If rational and reasonable, a land manager—especially of a refuge—would choose to have water on the refuge to reduce the numbers of deaths of a migrating species called humans. But, no!

There is no refuting that the United States Border Patrol and the management and law enforcement officials of the USFWS appear to be in collusion to run interference with efforts to save lives in the desert. Without the Border Patrol calling in the BA law enforcement agent and further investigating the incident, Stanton could not have been prosecuted successfully. Humanitarians are being targeted. Migrants are not prosecuted for littering. Border Patrol agents are not cited for damaging habitat even though study after study has shown the presence of the Department of Homeland Security personnel and equipment to have a very deleterious impact on the environment.

It is an affront to human sensibilities for a southern Arizona jury of peers to side with the government that will allow persons on this property to hunt, kill, drive over vegetation, scatter wildlife and not set a bottle of fresh, clean life-saving water out for a human being in distress. The incongruities are actually a sin. That word gets thrown around too much, but all righteous people—religious or not—should be indignant at the result of this misappropriation of authority, jurisdiction, and power at such a low pay grade.

Humane Borders will immediately and formally apply to place and maintain water stations on the Buenos Aires National Wildlife Refuge at or as near as possible to the sites that have been frequented by No More Deaths volunteers. We believe that the Refuge personnel can redeem themselves by indicating to the greater public—even the nation—that they are uncomfortable with the numbers of deaths of migrants on that property and that they are willing to work to ameliorate the human damage that is occurring on their watch.

Absent such permission, Humane Borders will do everything possible to politicize the deaths on this property.

Rev. Robin Hoover, Ph.D.

Founder and President Emeritus

On Behalf of The Board of Directors

Humane Borders, Inc.

Approved June 3, 2009

Water Run, Border Patrol, and Court - Oh My!

Today was a busy day. It began at 7:00 a.m. with meeting Barbara, the lady who does this run every Tuesday, and Bob, a first time volunteer from a Catholic Church in town, at Human Borders for our water stations run to the Ironwood Forest. In this 100-mile, round-trip we checked on 4 water stations. The trip took us about 4 1/2 hours.

As we drove we shared in conversation with one another. It struck me that each of us differed in our political views around immigration, yet we all agreed that human beings should not die needlessly in the desert because of heat and lack of water.




After lunch I went to the courthouse to witness Operation Streamline where about 70 migrants were being prosecuted for illegally crossing the border. I'm still learning more and want to be accurate in disseminating information, so I'll write more later. (I wasn't able to stay for the entire proceeding.) I'll be going back possibly on Friday, and for sure next Thursday with Borderlinks. My one noticing was how disengaged the migrants' court appointed attorneys were during the whole process. They read newspapers and played on their Blackberrys and cell phones, never seeming to pay attention.

After court, I headed to the Tucson Sector of Border Patrol to meet Jimmy, the Chaplain and Community Relations Director. He spent most of the time showing me maps of the area and talking about the various migrant trails. Then he showed me the vehicles with all their technology. He wouldn't show me the processing area, as he said they were worried about the spread of swine flu - and he was protecting me. He was a nice guy and let me hear bits of the Border Patrol story, but its what he didn't say that I'm more interested in hearing. I can't wait to have more conversations with the folks from Borderlinks, No Mas Muertes and Humane Borders.


Today's experiences obviously need much more processing. But, it's late and I need a break . . . Hasta luego.