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Interaction with the community of Falfurrias

The Helpers

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” ― Fred Rogers

This quote is commonly shared after tragic events like natural disasters to emphasize finding the good in every situation.  Helpers are the ones that run into danger, fully aware of the potential risks as well as what needs to be done to provide aid and assistance.  Helpers are the ones who extend kindness, calm fears and treat those in need with empathy and without judgement. Helpers often occupy a space where they witness pain and suffering, but they continue to aid because the heart of a helper is focused on acts of kindness over all else. As I reflect upon our time in the Texas Borderlands this year, I want to focus on the helpers. We have met many people that volunteer their time to aid in various capacities at the border out of a sense of responsibility and not for personal gain. This year we spent our time working with Deputy Don White and Paramedic Ray Gregory of Remote Wildlands Search and Recovery, who volunteer their time and resources year-round for search, rescue and recovery operations in Brooks County.

Deputy White and Paramedic Gregory in the Texas brush
Deputy Don White and Paramedic Ray Gregory talking during one of our breaks in the field

I enjoy our time talking with Don and Ray, learning more about them and hearing the stories of work they have done during the rest of the year. Don told us stories about the crosses he’s placed at recovery sites at the request of grieving families and the people he’s rescued and kept in touch with over the years.  Ray told us he does this work because everyone deserves to be found. He says he does this because he would hope someone would do it for him or his family if they were in a similar situation.  They have invested a lot into this work over the years, both financially and emotionally.  They have stories of time away from paid work, specialized equipment they personally purchased, injuries they suffered in the field, and traumatic stories from survivors and of the things they have witnessed. But they also have stories about saving lives and bringing answers to grieving families. They are the helpers who run into the brush when everyone else is trying to get out of it.

The helpers we’ve met at the border are a diverse group of people that range in age, experiences, educational and technical backgrounds, beliefs and political affiliations but they all come together to provide aide.  It demonstrates how the things we consider to be our differences don’t define us when faced with the harsh realities of the border where people are trafficked, assaulted, robbed, bribed and left for dead. It’s easy to ignore the situation when you haven’t heard the stories, looked in the eyes of parents fearful for the life of their children, translated desperate 911 calls for help, walked the clandestine paths through the brush or searched for the bodies of those that went missing. Once you experience this aspect of the border you never forget it and the helpers return again and again knowing the things they will see and the conditions they will face.

Our trip to Brooks County was successful in that we searched over 15 miles of clandestine wildlands and performed one recovery of an individual that will now begin the process of identification.  We were able to learn new techniques from Don and Ray regarding search and recovery work in this environment as well as strategies for our own personal safety here.  The trip was also successful in student growth. They honed their forensic skills, tried new things, met new people and got to experience a situation that challenged their assumptions and preconceived notions of the border.  Thank you for reading and following our journey. The groups you read about this year are all volunteer. You can support them here if you feel inspired to do so.

Remote Wildlands Search and Recovery

Beyond Borders

The 2025 Beyond Borders Team atthe start of day 2
The 2025 UIndy Beyond Borders Team (with Socks)

~KEL

Travel Day: IND

Beyond Borders Team members placing gallons of water into the blue barrel of the water station
Team Members Filling a Water Station

Last night I got a late text from the student team members asking if they could put their unopened and left over water in barrels in the morning.  Driving anywhere in the vastness of Brooks County takes time, so our last day was our earliest start yet. After a quick breakfast, we packed the van, checked out of the hotel and headed south and east to roads that still hold the legacy of Eddie Canales: life saving water stations.

Beyond Borders Team members posing in front of a water station
Beyond Boders Team Members at a Water Station Built by the South Texas Human Rights Center
Team Members standing in front of the alamo
Beyond Borders Team Members at the Alamo

The team said goodbye to Brooks County and made the long drive back to San Antonio. The ability to leave the situation at the border is a luxury but the transition back home can be tough for some team members. I’ve found spending a few hours in San Antonio being tourists provides them with a bit of buffer as they shift back to the Midwest.

Team Members at the San Antonio River Walk
Beyond Boders Team Members at the San Antonio River Walk
Lilly and Chastidy at the airport after having their bags searched by the TSA
Lilly and Chastidy after getting their bags pulled by the TSA

At the airport we weighed our bags and had to do a little rearranging before checking them in. Then in the security screening line, we held our breath as our carryon bags, each with at least one animal bone or antler, made their way through imaging.  Chastidy and Lilly had their bags pulled for closer inspection.

We made our flights to DFW and then IND with no problems. We said our goodbyes at baggage claim and headed home to sleep in our own beds. We will continue to post over the next week and hope you continue to take a few minutes each day to read our reflections on this trip.

Students playing games at the airport
Chastidy and Makenna playing games at the airport while we wait

Jan 2025 Team at the IND airport
Jan 2025 Beyond Borders Team

Day 5: A Shared Experience

Walking up this morning was hard. Although we are a bit sore and tired, the idea that it was the last day (and that once we were up and out) meant that our trip was coming to an end.

Rebecca's Restaurant in Falfurrias, Texas.
Rebecca’s Restaurant in Falfurrias, Texas

Last night, we decided that for our final field day, we wanted to write our last day blog post all together. This trip was not only an amazing, immersive learning experience, but we found ourselves relying on each other as a team, and understanding each other in different ways. Our trip was a successful one, and we are so grateful to have had this experience. 

After scrambling to pack our bags and get ready for the cold temperatures today, we met Don, Ray, and Socks in the parking lot and drove with them to Rebecca’s restaurant. There, we ate amazing breakfast tacos and waffles while discussing our plan for the final field day, and talking about our favorite moments of the trip so far. 

After breakfast, we loaded up in the trucks and drove out to a ranch our team has not yet searched to start our last field day. Due to hunting on the ranch, we were constricted to a four hour searching window before we had to be off of the property. 

Frankey

On our last day, our goal was to cover part of a fenceline within a 2,300 acre ranch. The fence line seperates two ranches. On the other side is the ranch we wanted to search on day one but could not because of hunting. Because the brush along the fence was so thick, it was important to inspect just inside the tree line as that is where people would find respite from the openness of the two-track that travels the fence line.

Bent fence from individuals crossing
Bent fence from individuals crossing

One thing we noticed was the state of the fence itself. Because they are expensive to repair, the evidence of migrants climbing them and places that are popular crossing points are extremely evident. When looking for an active path that migrants are using, examining expiration dates on foods and the state of the artifacts is essential. For example, today we found several food and drink containers, one that expired in 2008, another that expired in 2024. We also found completely rusted cans alongside newer cans.

Women's blouse
Chastidy holding up a woman’s blouse

Because of these finds we know that this is and has been a relatively active path and this will be helpful for Don’s future searches. Finding food and drink containers is one thing, but we also uncovered multiple items of clothing. From a woman’s blouse and an army jacket, to a newer looking pair of boots, the similarities between ourselves and the migrants who walked these paths before us becomes clear. It becomes prominent in my reflections personally to think of what I would leave behind if I were in that position. My favorite sweatshirt or my most comfortable tennis shoes? What would cause me to leave those behind? I cannot consider these things without putting myself in their shoes and I only feel more drive to assist and compassion for their situation.

Army jacket
Army jacket

This week we have experienced only part of the physical hardships they endure, barely in their shoes, but enough to know that their journey deserves to be shared. I cannot think of a better group to have gone through this with and that is a privilege unto itself. These individuals possess an incredible strength to go through what they go through, and when I see the pictures of the artifacts they left behind I feel their strength, and my resolve to continue this work is reinforced. 

Lilly

After we left the ranch we began driving towards the morgue, which Don wanted to show us. Before we got there, however, we stopped at the shrine of Don Pedro Jaramillo, a curandero faith healer who lived near Falfurrias for most of his life.

The outside of the Don Pedrito Jaramillo Shrine.
The outside of the Don Pedrito Jaramillo Shrine.

The shrine was similar to that of a church with a cemetery around it, but the real beauty came when we stepped inside the small chapel and came face-to-face with the legacy of Don Pedrito. A small, quaint room, filled with statues of Don Pedrito and Jesus, photos of loved ones who needed healing, a space for people to leave pictures of soldiers, and a small area set for candle lighting. Various kneeling pews were also scattered about the room, for use of any who wanted to, or needed to.

We had been laughing and joking on our way over, though when we entered the shrine it felt like everyone was quiet, likely out of respect for the area that we were in. It was comfortable, not a sad place, but rather a place of remembrance and further contemplation. I said a small prayer in my head before leaving, but who I was praying for I am still not certain, perhaps for the team, perhaps for the migrants, perhaps for Don Pedrito himself.

A wall decorated by those who visited the shrine.
A wall adorned by those who visited the shrine.
The outside of the morgue at the Falfurrias Detention Center.
The outside of the morgue at the Falfurrias Detention Center.

After we left the shrine we headed straight to the morgue, little more than a temperature-controlled shipping container, a far cry from the morgues that we are used to both in Indiana as well as in our hometowns. But, as it was explained to us, this container is actually a luxury for areas like this: smaller counties currently dealing with large-scale caseloads. 

As we stood before the container, just after visiting the shrine, I was struck by how different yet connected the two felt. Both served as resting places: one, a permanent site lovingly adorned by those who remembered him; the other, a temporary shelter for unnamed individuals still awaiting their identities for remembrance. Despite their contrasting purposes, they were located just minutes apart.

Makenna

Back at our hotel, we were able to start packing our luggage. We piled all our leftover snacks to give Don and Ray and determined which animal bone souvenirs from the field we could cram into our suitcases. We piled in the car and made our last trip to our beloved HEB. We grabbed some side dishes, dessert, and Fritos for our homemade dinner with Don and Ray at La Copa North Ranch (I also purchased some Dramamine to prepare for our flights back home to Indiana tomorrow).

Frankey and Socks.
Frankey and Socks.

Don met us at the gate of La Copa to unlock it and we made our way inside ready for a classic Texas meal: Frito Pie and cornbread. Here we were able to catch a glimpse of Don and Ray in civilian clothes and it felt odd to see them out of their usual tan gear. Socks greeted us with jumps and plenty of kisses as we entered the trailer where Don and Ray stay.

The trip was nearing its end but we all felt like it only just began. All together for the last time, we reflected on our trip. What do we wish we had brought? What are things we learned? What memories will we never forget?

Listening to and laughing with Don, Ray, and my teammates has filled me with such joy and emotion. This trip has been absolutely life changing and I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to share this experience with.

Chastidy

The 2025 Beyond Borders Team.
The 2025 Beyond Borders Team.

As we said our goodbyes and hugged at the edge of the ranch, we all held back tears. Even though we can’t be here all the time, this trip will stay with us forever.

Thank you to all of our faithful readers and wonderfully generous sponsors, donors, and supporters of the Beyond Borders Team.

Thank you to Deputy Sheriff Don White.

Thank you to Paramedic Ray Gregory.

Thank you to our wonderful advisors, Dr Krista Latham and Dr Amandine Eriksen.

Thank you Falfurrius, TX.

Until next time…

Frankey, Lilly, Makenna, Chastidy