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Trying to Understand

Since last year’s excavation in Falfurrias, we have strived to learn more about the migrants that cross the South Texas border.  I would say, personally, my knowledge regarding our borders has been very basic.  I am a Midwesterner, which generally means that issues such as these are far enough removed that we have facts and news, but we are not personally touched by it.

Driveway to the  Lasater Ranch with brush surrounding on both sides
Drive to the
Lasater Ranch

Let me explain a bit what I mean by that.  I remember visiting the Lasater Ranch last year, and being told by the ranchers that they would see a procession of several people walking across their land on a regular basis, close enough to be seen clearly from the house.  Reactions to this vary.  Some landowners set out water in an attempt to prevent deaths of these migrants who are so ill prepared to cross this very dangerous land.  Ranchers know their land is so expansive it can’t feasibly be monitored completely to prohibit entrance, so prevention is the next step.

The US Border Patrol does the same thing.  A lot of people misinterpret the mission of the border patrol, preferring to hold them accountable for stopping migrants at the border, and if that fails, for finding, detaining, and deporting any person without official documentation.  This is true, but it shouldn’t be overlooked that the US Border Patrol is concerned about preventing deaths and saving lives as well.  This fact didn’t really sink in for me until we were invited last year to attend a community meeting hosted by at the Falfurrias USBP station.  The first presentation started “We were able to save XX people this week…,” which was followed by a cheer.  Success in the mission is measured in lives saved.  They then went on to discuss strategies for saving lives that included various water stations with emergency phones for those in dire need, complete with instructions in English, Spanish, and Chinese.

Recently we returned from a professional meeting in NV, where we had a discussion with Robin Reineke of the Colibri Center for Human Rights.  One topic we discussed was whether the term migrant was an appropriate designation for the people crossing our southern borders.  It was proposed that refugee might be more appropriate.  The reason behind this was clarified further by Dr. Wendy Vogt of Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis in a guest presentation we hosted last year at UIndy.  Dr. Vogt is a cultural anthropologist that researches the journey migrants undertake to get to US border.  She also helped to illuminate why people would risk their lives and the lives of their children to reach the US.  People leave their homes, maybe starting in South America, and risk a perilous journey across Mexico.  A lot of the migrants climb to the top of a train they deem “The Beast.”  No tickets, no chairs, no seatbelts.  And what was most shocking was that it was a regular occurrence to fall from the train and lose limbs, if not their lives.

The people she interviewed at various stages of their journeys told her their stories.  I recall one of a young man and woman fleeing their country because he was given a choice to join the local gang or be shot.  There was also a mother that was fleeing with only one of her many children, who could have been no more than 10 years old.  The mother had fallen from the train and was in a wheelchair, stranded and unable to walk again without prosthetics.

A lot of migrants come from communities where shootings and randomized violence is a daily occurrence, and their lifespan and that of their children would be greatly improved anywhere outside of their country.  These countries are the ones that our US Department of State issues travel advisories that strongly advise against visiting.  We have an option of the level of danger we wish to face, many migrants do not.  It is very difficult for me to conceptualize this, having never been faced with a lifestyle or environment in which it would be healthier to flee than stay.  The people we hope to identify in Falfurrias have gone through so much, yet they still have a long journey to get home to their families.  With a lot of hard work and even more collaboration, we can hopefully supply some answers and closure to the many families missing loved ones.

Jessica

Field Day 1 – Video

We survived the first day in the field! As Dr. Latham and Cheneta described in previous posts, we spent the first day setting up the grid at the site and prepping it for further excavation. The sun came out quickly and so we decided to call it a day after our assigned quadrants were completely shovel-shined and ready to go. Below is a quick video compilation of our first day at the field. Thanks for watching!

Ryan Strand

 

Holy Tamale !!!

The early bird catches the worm.  But what happens when you are earlier than the birds? Starting dark and early we beat the sun up as we headed to the cemetery.  I was incredibly surprised at the temperature. For some reason I imagined the moment I stepped outside I was going to melt, but it was actually fairly decent for the first few hours.  Getting started was very enlightening listening to the team go over the proper technique on how to grid.  Being very active in sports, teamwork is something that comes natural.  It was awesome to see that everyone was willing to work together to accomplish what we needed.  After we completed our shovel shining we took a break and had lunch.  I thought that it was a prime opportunity to go and do some bird watching.  For those of you who do not know me or why I am constantly commenting about birds, I am currently finishing up an Ornithology class.  This trip happens to fall right in the middle of the semester so I will be making up assignments here in Texas.  So on lunch today I did not see very many birds, but I heard a lot of them.  Of the birds I could identify were the Lesser Goldfinch, Ladder-backed Woodpecker, Loggerhead Shrike, and an Oriental Turtle Dove (still getting verification).  I think today I have to pick two birds of the day: the Ladder-backed Woodpecker and the Loggerhead Shrike.  Once I got back from birding I grabbed some food and it was at this moment that my taste buds were as enlightened as I had been the entire day.   The many of first experiences had continued.  Today I had my first tamale…… and second ……. and my third tamale.  Holy tamale they were amazing.  I enjoy trying foods for the first time in an area they are particularly well known for.  Actually I enjoy trying new food period.  The temperature increased and we had come to the close of our day. 

Cheneta enjoying a tamale in her work gearFor the amount of work that was done today (although it was probably less than we will be doing for the rest of the project) it was a very rewarding feeling.  Working together for a common cause makes moments of accomplishments an overwhelming experience.  I think this is a great group of people and I hope we accomplish everything we set forth to do without getting devoured by mosquitoes.

Cheneta