This includes kids.

The war on cartels, according to journalist Charles Bowden,  has devolved into a bloody free-for-all for drug money. The players are difficult to identify. There seem to be no clear sides.

Which explains why some schools in Mexico now feel compelled to teach kids how to dodge bullets.

By Terry Greene Sterling

I have been covering the immigration battles in Arizona for the last year and a half. This book was written after many, many hours in the trenches. This is the cover.

The book comes out in June, but you can buy it now here.

Please join me on this intimate journey. The people in the shadows want you to know their stories.

HERE IT IS.

HERE IS THE AMENDMENT.

HERE IS THE GOVERNOR’S  EXECUTIVE ORDER FOR LAW ENFORCEMENT TRAINING.

HERE IS VIDEO OF AUTHOR OF LAW INSTRUCTING POLICE ON “REASONABLE SUSPICION.”

You’ll note in the text that the law does not address border security.

At taxpayer expense.

What effect does this have on Arizona schools, where Spanish speakers drop their kids off every day? Will the police officers be forced to ask the parents for papers?

School officials are grappling with this problem right now.

Friends so much has happened  today, just one week since Jan Brewer signed Arizona’s controversial  immigration law, a lot probably escapes the  national news. For instance, the Nazis are back in Phoenix. I‘ve written about them before.

Today, local neo-Nazis showed up  to support  Bill Montgomery, whom Sheriff Joe Arapio endorsed for the upcoming Republican primary for Maricopa County Attorney. Montgomery was embarrassed, according to this account of the event. I took the photo below when Nazis demonstrated against thousands of human-rights marchers in the spring of 2009.

In the meantime, activists say they’re serious about boycotting Arizona, and officials from our neighboring Mexican state of Sonora declined to attend a scheduled meeting for the  Arizona-Mexico Commission.  A few days ago, I asked Margie Emmerman, who heads the pro-trade, pro-business commission, how she felt about the new immigration law, which Gov. Jan Brewer signed less than a week ago.

Emmerman declined  comment.

This is a copy of the letter about the Sonoran refusal to attend the meeting.

End of letter.

I just read that at a Pinal County sheriff deputy (Pinal County is right next door to us, some folks live there and commute to Phoenix) says he was shot with an AK-47 by suspected pot traffickers. (The United States is the largest consumer of Mexican Pot in the world. This stuff likely came from Sinaloa.)

Vice President Biden is coming to town this weekend, just as Sheriff Joe continues his fifteenth raid of the Phoenix area in search of undocumented immigrants.

And Governor Jan Brewer, who was secretary of state of Arizona and replaced  Janet Napolitano when she was named secretary of the department of Homeland Security, signed a revision of  Arizona’s immigration law. Some say it makes it more difficult for cops to racially profile, others say it makes it easier to have cause to arrest undocumented immigrants for minor city and county ordinance violations.

I have been writing pretty regularly about Arizona’s new immigration law, SB 1070,  for The Daily Beast, and updating the galleys for my book, ILLEGAL, LIfe and Death in the Undocumented Underground, which is slated to be published in June. I regret that I have neglected this web site.

This new law is less than a week old, and already two lawsuits have been filed against Arizona over civil rights issues in the law. The Washington Post reports that the Justice Department might launch a legal protest as well. The Mayor of Phoenix promised to sue, but his city council didn’t back him up.

I want to post a series of photos really fast, just so you take a trip with me through the events of the last month.

The first picture was taken outside the funeral of rancher Robert Krentz. No one knows who killed him, but the highly politicized murder has been widely blamed on a faceless Mexican drug trafficker who crossed the border illegally. This caused an uproar for more secure borders, to which Janet Napolitano has repeatedly replied that yea, more can be done, but immigration is down at the border.

The second photo is of ranchers calling for border enforcement on the day SB 1070 sailed through the Arizona House of Representatives. The ranchers are flanked by Russell Pearce, who sponsored SB 1070, and J.D. Hayworth, who is running in the Senate primary against John McCain and supports the new law, which criminalizes about 460,000 undocumented immigrants for setting foot in Arizona and requires all law enforcement officers to enforce immigration laws. If they don’t enforce the laws, the cities and counties that employ them can be sued by Arizona residents.

Pearce is the fellow on the left, and Hayworth is on the right.

The rest of the pictures I shot were of various protestors. Some for the law, some against it. They were all demonstrating on  the grounds of the Arizona state capitol complex.

The photo below is of  people who support SB 1070 being interviewed by a reporter.

Here’s a placard I saw lying on the ground.

That’s all for today. More soon.

An Arizona rancher was mysteriously gunned down twenty miles north of the border on March 27. His name was Robert Krentz, and his unsolved murder quickly became a rallying cry for tea-partiers-and-or-seal-the-border proponents,   including Sen. John McCain’s primary rival, J.D. Hayworth, who assumed the unknown killer was what they call an “illegal alien.”

Krentz’s ranch was near Douglas, Arizona, and its famous smuggling corridors. The Krentz ranch  was frequently traversed by drug traffickers (mostly transporting  pot grown in Mexico to distributors who would sell it to  middle-class professional folks, and college students, and truck drivers, and debutantes, and cowboys, and all the other Americans who have made the United States the largest consumer of Mexican marijuana in the world)  and human smugglers, called coyotes, who lead groups of migrants into the United States.

The Cochise County Sheriff Department reported shortly after the killing that trackers had followed a lone set of prints from the murder scene twenty miles back to Mexico.

So just about everybody is linking this unsolved murder to a drug-cartel loon or an undocumented immigrant. That includes ranchers who knew Robert Krentz, the murder victim.   Some theorized Krentz might have been ambushed by someone who was angry at Krentz. Like a drug dealer or a human smuggler. After all, he always called the Border Patrol.

Arizona Attorney General Terry Goddard, a Democrat who is running for governor and favors comprehensive immigration reform, concluded yesterday that the killer was probably a drug-cartel scout.

In the years I’ve covered the border, I’ve traipsed through the  smuggling country around Douglas with ranchers, and  with the Border Patrol, and I’ve seen the high places where drug-cartel scouts position themselves to ensure that drug smugglers have safe passage, free from ICE or the DEA or the Border Patrol. (Shameless self promotion= you’ll read about all this in my upcoming book, ILLEGAL: Life and Death in the Undocumented Underground.)

It seems so silly now,  but once when I was in the backcountry I even waved up at this hideout  on a hill where I guessed  a cartel scout was glassing me.

God,  times have changed.

Goddard theorized  Krentz probably surprised a drug cartel scout, who shot him. This was likely not an ambush and not a setup. Any smart druglord knows you don’t go shooting an American because it only draws attention to you.

And that’s the last thing you want, if you’re a smuggler trying to get pot into America’s living rooms.

The store had closed. I was disappointed, because I  had wanted to write about people who eat chapulines for my book. Grasshoppers are eaten by indigenous Mexicans, and they’re a great source of protein.

I swear I’m not making this up,  but the very next day I met a source for an interview. As he walked in the room, he carried a little plastic tub full of fried, salted chapulines.  His dad had brought them up to Arizona from the Mexican state of Guerrero.  Here is a picture I took of the tub of grasshoppers.

Photo by Terry Greene Sterling

The man told me that female grasshoppers taste  better than male grasshoppers because female grasshoppers are fattier. This is a picture of a male and female grasshopper he picked out of the tub.

Photo by Terry Greene Sterling

“Eat one,” the man told me,  ”but first pull off the legs because they are like splinters and get caught in the throat.”

“OK,” I said.

I chose the guy grasshopper.

It took me a couple of tries, but I finally got the little fellow  in my mouth.

I forced myself to chew. The chapulín tasted clean, salty and crispy.

God, I love writing this book.

But I have to.

First, though, here’s her picture.

Molly Molloy's photo by Richard Barron

You can see she’s standing next to border trash. She understands that just like everything else on the US-Mexico border, it means many things. It says many things.  It provokes  outrage, sorrow, curiosity.

It is part of an undocumented region.

Which brings us back to Molly Molloy,  a fifty-four year-old-librarian, historian,  journalist and writer.   She grew up in the American South, graduated from college, worked odd jobs, and then lived for almost two years in Latin America, where she became fluent in Spanish. (She’s really good at Spanish, so good that she’s served as a translator for a guy I think is one of the most clear thinking, talented, and honest writers in the Southwest– Charles Bowden.) In 1992, Molly Molloy became a librarian at New Mexico State University in Las Cruces, New Mexico.  Las Cruces sits close to the Mexican border, near the Rio Grande River.  And it’s less than an hour’s drive from El Paso, Texas, which is just across the river from Juárez, Chihuahua, Mexico.

Where, according to Molly Molloy’s most recent dispatch, thirteen high school kids were massacred early this morning.

You see, Molly opens our eyes to such things via her Google group. It is called “Frontera List.”   If you join this group,  you will know what is happening at the U.S. Mexican Border from multiple perspectives. In  English.  In Spanish. From journalists, scholars, writers, victims, activists, migrants, Americans, Mexicans, and citizens of the world. Here’s the link:   http://groups.google.com/group/frontera-list?hl=en

Here’s a dispatch that Molly sent today. First she writes:

These stories were posted this morning at about 10 am, but I was on my way out toplay music at a church in Las Cruces.  The sermon and scripture today was all about LOVE–St. Paul’s Letter to the Corinthians, Chapter 13, verses 1-13…  Look it up. Many of you probably know it by heart like I do. I am certain I was the only person in the room to feel the power of the irony here.  It took the El Paso Times till about noon to post a link to the Reuters article.  See below. The massacre happened just after midnight, according to El Diario and Lapolaka.  I encourage you to look at the photos. Rivers of blood in the street outside of the house where the events took place. Follows my translation of the Diario article, the original, Reuters in English, and Lapolaka…  The photos are at the links. Also below, two other killings reported from late last night that are not included in the total for yesterday.  So, if it was 205 this morning, then it is now at least 220.  Note that of the injured in this automatic weapons fire, more will probably not survive and their deaths will probably not be reported.  molly

[Next, Molly translates some of the story from the Mexican newspaper of record, El Diario.]

http://www.diario.com.mx/nota.php?notaid=3eefbef53ec9362ca0516f9081ddf6a1
Students massacred in Villas de Salvarcar
Thirteen were killed and 8 injured in an armed attack carried out by a
group of individuals who arrived in 7 vehicles in the Villas de
Salvarcar neighborhood.
The majority of the victims are minors, students at two different
schools.
The attack occurred in the early hours of Sunday at the intersection
of Vista del Portal and Portal de Salvarcar, where a party was being
held.
Two other people died at the scene who were not part of the group and
had arrived on a motorcycle to buy sodas at a store next door to the
house where the massacre took place.
The injured were taken in private vehicles to social security clinic
66 located a few minutes from the scene. Of the 11 injured in all, 2
died inside the hospital and another outside–the last was semi-nude
as he had gone outside of the house when he heard the first shots.
Among the victims also is an adolescent who, it is said, was a witness
to a multiple homicide that occurred in the El Campanario neighborhood
a few days ago.
It is worth mentioning that the residents of the area nearly lynched
the soldiers and police who arrived at the scene of the crimes, as
they seemed to only hold up the investigations and also trampled on
the evidence at the crime scene.
The informants said that the attackers arrived in 7 vehicles, that
they used the vehicles to block the street, others kept guard while
others carried out the attack.

[Then Molly  posts links to the stories that document this horror.]

http://www.diario.com.mx/nota.php?notaid=3eefbef53ec9362ca0516f9081ddf6a1
Masacran a estudiantes en Villas de Salvárcar

http://uk.reuters.com/article/idUKTRE60U1CQ20100131
Gunmen kill 13 students at party in Mexico

http://lapolaka.com/2010/01/31/aberrante-masacre-estudiantil/
ABERRANTE MASACRE ESTUDIANTIL..!
http://lapolaka.com/2010/01/31/aberrante-masacre-estudiantil/
Descargado de Lapolaka.com © 2010

http://www.diario.com.mx/nota.php?notaid=7e327d360fdee704e8ad877ece1e0704
Asesinan a dos en distintos hechos

OK, now you see why I didn’t want to write about Molly  and her work. She is a treasure trove of story ideas for journalists covering the border.

But her work should be shared with the world, because many more than just selfish journalists yearn to know about the border – the deaths, the boondoggles, the drug cartels, the politics, the economics, the personal stories.

The varied experiences of life and death on the border are being erased faster than they can become known, studied and understood.

Molly wrote this on behalf of New Mexico State University Library to see if in this ongoing recession someone, somehow, someplace, can fund an archive at the library where a record of what is happening on the border  can be preserved, studied, and perhaps understood.

Because I can’t understand it now.

I can’t understand why thirteen high schoolers were gunned down in Juárez, right across the river from El Paso.

And if it weren’t for Molly Molloy, I wouldn’t even know it happened.

Let me explain.

Julián LeBarón was born in Mexico and lives in a town called Colonia LeBarón in Chihuahua, a Mexican border state where thousands of men, women, and children have been  slaughtered in a “drug war”  that  is increasingly difficult to comprehend or even define.

It began in 2006 as President Felipe Calderón launched an ongoing attack against some enterprising drug cartels who made billions selling coke and heroin and speed and pot to the largest consumer of drugs in the world — the United States of America.

So far, at least 16,000 people have died in that war.

That’s according to  a great study called Drug Violence in Mexico, published by the Trans-Border Institute at the University of San Diego.

The  bloodbath is inchoate, incomprehensible. The average Mexican may not  know who is on what side. Is the soldier really working for the narcotrafficker? Is the narcotrafficker really working for the government? And God knows how many have joined  the splinter (often coked out or tweaked out) gangs of kidnappers and for-hire murderers  in military outfits who kill and torture just to make a few bucks for themselves.

Of all the states in Mexico, Chihuahua endured the most killings in 2009 — Mexican newspaper reports range from 3,637 to 2,079, according to the Trans-Border Institute.

That death toll includes Julián’s brother, Benjamín. He had refused to pay a $1 million ransom for his kid brother, who was kidnapped near town.  The kid brother was eventually released unharmed and without ransom by the perplexed kidnappers, but they didn’t like Benjamín’s tough-on-crime attitude.

Benjamín organized his  extended family (it’s a very large extended family,  we’ll get to why soon) against kidnapping and killing and thuggery and wanton violence in  Colonia LeBarón. Then masked men  broke into his home, kidnapped him and a brother-in-law,  and shot them to death.

Besides Benjamín and his brother-in-law, Julían tells me over the phone, five others have been murdered, and Julián has gotten death threats and  was recently assaulted by four masked creeps  in the middle of town in the middle of the day and everyone knows who they were but no one’s done anything about it.

“I’m not safe at all,” he tells me. “I am threatened with death all the time. At least five people have told me I’m on a hit list.”

He refuses to run, to give in to the bad guys.

He could go to the United States, where he holds dual citizenship with Mexico. But he’s always been more comfortable in the country where he was born. So instead of running, he writes. In  early January, he  published a manifesto against violence, in Spanish, on the Internet.

In this manifesto, he proposes a non-violent national organized opposition to violence.

Mexicans are strong courageous people who should rise up and say “BASTA” to the slaughter, the manifesto says.

“You might think I’m crazy,” Julián tells me, “but it can be done.”

The manifesto serves another purpose — it attracts press attention, spotlights Julián’s predicament. The more  publicity, perhaps, the less danger.

And to think that just a few years ago, Colonia LeBarón was a peaceful little town.

“The (Calderón) drug war is not something most Mexicans agree with,” he says.

In the old days, before the Drug War, drug dealers were seen as Robin Hoods who sold “poison” to the gringos who deserved it because they screwed Mexico with trade agreements that made people even more poor than they already were, he tells me. And he makes sure I know that he doesn’t believe gringos should be poisoned with drugs, and that he has never had any association with drug dealers or drugs.

The problem now is that Mexicans themselves are consuming the “poison” that they were selling to gringos, he says.

I’ve seen newspaper photos of the little desert farming town where he lives. It’s got a lot of pecan orchards. It sits near mountains. It’s  called Colonia LeBarón because it is inhabited mostly by LeBaróns, who trace their roots to fundamentalist Mormon polygamists who moved to Mexico in the 1880′s. They came south in part to escape growing controversy and outrage over their lifestyle, which was espoused by the founding Mormon prophet, Joseph Smith.

The  LeBaróns have cousins  in places like Colorado City, Arizona and Hildale, Utah and ElDorado, Texas. These fundamentalist polygamous Mormon cults have been disavowed by  mainstream Mormons since polygamy was outlawed in the 1890′s. Such  standoffish polygamous sects in the American West face increasing scrutiny and several cult leaders have been sentenced to prison in connection with marrying underage girls.

In the history of fundamentalist Mormons, the LeBarón name isn’t without controversy. An ancestor, Ervil LeBarón, died in prison in 1981 while serving time for  murder. He issued dicta from prison that allegedly set off a killing spree of  his enemies.

This, of course, has nothing to do with Julián LeBaron, who was a baby  at the time of the killings and who tells me he despises everything  about Ervil LeBarón.

Julián is a devout Mormon fundamentalist, and belongs to a religious group that believes in the practice of polygamy, also called “plural marriage.”  (He has never practiced it himself, and doesn’t intend to, and doesn’t want his name associated with it, he says.)

According to Julián, the  Chihuahua LeBaróns may believe plural marriage but they  differ from their gringo counterparts in a number of ways. The sister wives at Colonia LeBarón don’t wear prairie dresses and pull their hair on top of their heads. The guys don’t marry underage girls. They own land and property individually, instead of communally. And there’s no strict ban on alcohol — Julián himself downs a cold one every now and again, although he points out he’s no drunkard.

Julián is thirty-two years old, and for many years he traveled north to the United States to earn a living as a bilingual framer.  He saved his money, sent it down to Mexico to his family, just like a lot of Mexicans.

He tells me he’s  framed  buildings “all over the country,” including in New Orleans right  after Hurricane Katrina. His first job in New Orleans: Repairing  a funeral home. There were so many dead bodies.

Now he’s trying to stay alive, keep himself from being a stiff in a funeral home.

Julián knows he could come to the United States and run away from the violence.

But he won’t, because Mexico is in his soul.