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Successful?

“Was your trip to Falfurrias successful?”

Well I guess that depends on how you define success. I think all of us that participated in the excavation would answer yes to that question. Yes, we systematically investigated a 16m by 12m plot of land in the Sacred Heart Cemetery for the burial of unidentified migrants.  We applied traditional archeological techniques to remove dirt using shovels and hand trowels to an average depth of 70cm below the ground surface.  If we did not encounter human remains by 70cm we dug test pits and probed to an average depth of 140cm below the surface, well below the deepest recorded burial depth.  Each exhumation performed by the UIndy team was conducted and documented in the same manner as any forensic case encountered by the University of Indianapolis Archeology and Forensics Laboratory.  Yes, I think we all feel pretty successful in saying that we recovered all the unidentified remains from that portion of the cemetery.

An area of the cemetery with small burial markers and string layed out by the team with team members surveying around
During

Yes, we successfully moved over half a million pounds of dirt (by hand) as a group.  Every Baylor student and UIndy team member wears their sore muscles, bruises and scrapes proudly as an indication of their physical commitment to the human rights work in Falfurrias.  In the process of moving that dirt we located the remains of over 52 individuals that will now begin the identification process and the long journey home to loved ones.  Those individuals would still be buried nameless if it weren’t for a successful field season.

The same burial area with burial markers still in place but all grass removed
During

Yes, when we look back upon the once grassy plot of land that is now lacking  52 bodies (minimally) we feel successful.  We successfully recovered the nameless and left our blood, sweat and tears in return.  The environment tried to stop our success, but we were triumphant.  The sun burned our skin and dehydrated our bodies. The humidity made our thermoregulation via sweating a less efficient cooling mechanism. The mosquitoes, which we are all convinced became immune to our bug spray, made us swell and itch.  But we came back until the job was done.

Team members digging in a burial with shovels
During

However, the exhumation process was completed in less than two weeks. Now begins the long process of identification. Each individual will travel to a university (Texas State University, University of Indianapolis, Baylor University) where they will begin forensic analysis.  This process begins with cleaning the bones, followed by skeletal analysis aimed at reconstructing the decedent’s living characteristics like biological sex, age at death and living stature.  This skeletal biological profile can be used to narrow down potential matches of reported missing persons.  A bone sample will be cut for isotope analysis that could contribute to detecting the country of origin of the individual and again narrow down potential matches of reported missing persons. A bone sample will also be cut for DNA analysis. The DNA profile obtained from the bone will be compared to a database of family reference samples in the hopes that a match will be discovered.  But if no missing persons report is filed or family reference DNA sample collected, the chances of identification are essentially zero.  So, can we say we are successful before they are all identified?

The same area of the cemetery leveled with dirt
After

Is success a situation that claims the lives of thousands of refugees fleeing institutionalized violence and extreme poverty? I don’t know if success is the term that any of us would choose to use to describe the work we did in Brooks County. I think we would all agree that progress is being made and that we completed the goal we set for ourselves.  We feel very accomplished and we feel proud of the job we did there. We can say that over 50 people are now starting their journey back home. For those families, we strive for success.

~KEL

Home, Sweet Home

At last, this season of fieldwork in Falfurrias has come to a close.  The time slipped by so quickly that it all seems like a haze.  When I recall our time in the field I see a patchwork of new and old faces, I picture a sea of sand with an endless supply of buckets that need to be moved (think Sisyphus), and a blur of hands ready to pass a trowel or give a lift out of the hole.  The heat tried to burn us down one by one, almost ending our work early by attrition.  The heat didn’t stand a chance.  What I remember the most was the dogged perseverance that compelled everyone in the field to finish.  Instead of breaking us, the heat and pressure forged us into something great.  Our work has changed us, and that is something I will never forget.

Bell, a cute brown dog curled up on a couch
Bell, lonely without Ryan

Our team is back in Indy now.  We have slept in our own beds, cuddled our loved ones (look how sad Bell was without Ryan), and experienced some of the finer points of home.  Home is good- it is safe, calming, and filled with the things and people we love.  To use an old and tired cliché, home is where the heart is.  While we consider ourselves home now, I believe that every one of us left a piece of our hearts in Falfurrias.  Some part of us will always be at home in Fal.

I have mentioned to some people that I often feel like a tourist in this humanitarian crisis.  I live nowhere near the border, and I travel down for two weeks in the summer to help.   Once my time has passed, I have the luxury of returning to back to Indy.  In Indy I don’t face the daily realities of people dying on my doorstep.  I don’t see tragic news stories so often to become numb to them.  I have the ability to literally distance myself from the situation, and yet I cannot.  I now find myself over a thousand miles away with much of my heart left in Falfurrias.

A group picture in a field of greenery and purple flowers

Fluttering Fields of “Heart’s Delight’

I know now that I am not a tourist.  I have made new friends and family, and became part of their community.  I have lived in many places, but I have never felt as loved and welcomed as I did in south Texas.  Every person in Falfurrias welcomed us with open arms (seriously, I have never gotten so many hugs in my life).  It is an honor to be considered part of their community.

Though we are back in Indianapolis, our work continues.  Hopefully our efforts will continue to shape policies surrounding the treatment of both the living and the dead.  Ideally we would have never been in Texas- no one would have died under the scorching Texas sun and we would live comfortably as armchair anthropologists.  In a perfect world people would die happy having lived a full life, not in the pursuit of happiness or in search of a better life.   For now, I rest knowing that I am doing what I can to help.  I will do everything in my power to ensure that each and every individual is identified and returned to their loved ones.  Families will be reunited, and souls can rest in a place they consider home.

A bent metal burial marker with the words ""Male, Unknown, 417654" falling off

Lost, But Not Forgotten

The great taco challenge

A collage of different tacos with all different ingredients
Tacos!

And now for a lighter post:  You may remember Erica mentioning the great taco challenge that the two if us would be undertaking while in Texas.  The challenge would only be complete if we ate something wrapped in a soft or fried tortilla at least once a day. Being a native Texan I was up for the challenge. Plus my favorite food is anything wrapped in a tortilla or piled on chips and smothered in hot sauce.  A few of my favorite taco meals are pictured in the montage above.

We had the opportunity to eat some amazing food while in Texas. Some of our favorites were the homemade meals prepared by Arturo and his family, the homemade menudo in large crock-pots arranged by the local Sheriff’s Department and the fresh tamales brought to us by Flavio Garcia from a neighboring town.  Interspersed among these home cooked meals were a variety of tacos.  My first taco (brisket) was consumed during our first meal after arriving  in San Antonio and spawned the taco challenge. My last taco in Texas (chicken and bean) was part of our final meal at the San Antonio airport.

The most memorable meals came from the town of Falfurrias. Stricklands Restaurant provided a relaxed and comfortable western  feel with delicious meals.  While I stuck with items off their Mexican food menu, some of our other favorites included the fried catfish bites, brisket sandwich and chicken fried chicken.  Our other favorite place to eat was Star of Texas.  The owner was our server the first time we ate there and we had a great time talking to him and hearing his stories.  He could have just poured the salsa in a cup because we wanted to drink it and the carne guisada was absolutely amazing! So amazing that we made sure Star of Texas was our last dinner in Falfurrias. The other place we frequented quite often was, believe it or not, the gas station next to our hotel.  Inside the Valero Gas Station was a small counter selling items from the Laredo Taco Company.  Behind the counter the tortillas were rolled out and grilled to order. There was also a salsa bar that contained a variety of toppings. My favorite was the picadillo, but other favorites were the beef fajita or carnitas tacos.

While we worked hard in Falfurrias, our tummies were always full. Our meals were special times that we spent with each other or with the new friends we made while in Brooks County.

~KEL