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Bittersweet

The word that comes to mind when thinking about my departure from Falfurrias is bittersweet. On the one hand, I am very sad that I am leaving behind all the new people I met during the week. I am going to miss sharing jokes and laughs with Eddie Canales, the director of the South Texas Human Rights Center. In my short time of knowing him I can tell that he is very passionate about not only advocating for migrant rights,  but also preventing migrant deaths. He accomplishes both by trying to change local policies in place and by constantly building/ replenishing water stations along highly traveled routes. I am going to miss daily conversations with the kind-hearted Sheriff Deputy Don White! He is a wealth of knowledge and really showed our team how to navigate through the thick, thorny brush during search and recoveries! He literally knows the lay of the Texas land and knows how to get out of “sticky” situations. For instance, on the last day of searching, his truck got stuck in the sand and was able to quickly come up with a plan to get out.

Don's truck stuck in the sand
Sheriff Deputy Don White’s truck stuck in sand

I am sad because I am going to miss the little routine that we created during our week there. I got used to waking up early to load up gallons of waters into the truck to refill stations we saw along the way to the ranches, walking 3-5 miles a day doing searches/recoveries, and our little debriefing meetings before going to bed. I am going to miss the daily cow sightings on the ranches, the team got excited EVERY time we saw one.

Cows
cows

I am sad because I now have a slight understanding of the realities and hardships migrants face while making their journey to the United States. I emphasize slight because, while we walk the same paths and routes as migrants, we have a sense of security knowing we will make it out the treacherous terrain well and alive. We are protected from head to toe with the proper gear like snake gaiters, bug repellent, hydration backpacks, etc. The vehicle that we have waiting for us after search and recoveries, is fully equipped with first aid kits, food, and water. After a few miles of walking, we get to call it a day and head back to our hotel to sleep and rest. The reality is that migrants walk hundreds of miles for several weeks and do not get the same amount of sleep or rest. They carry the bare minimum with them because they do not have the means or capability of having all of the proper gear. They do not have the same sense of security of making it out alive.

Burial at Sacred Heart Cemetery
Burial at Sacred Heart Cemetery

During our last day of search and recoveries we encountered a recent migrant camp-out. Here, we saw items we think of as essentials get left behind. There were several backpacks filled with clothing, unopened non-perishable food items, and medications. Maybe the items just became too heavy to carry around? Meaning they were left no choice but to consolidate what was more important to carry for the remainder of their trip. The truth is that we will never know and can only speculate the reasons why those certain items got left behind. Seeing this really put things into perspective, I could not imagine having to make  that tough decision.

Backpacks that were left behind
Backpacks that were left behind

On the other hand, I feel happy to be back in Indianapolis because I know our work does not have to end in Texas. Even though Indiana is not considered a border state, we have the capabilities to be an advocate and raise awareness of the humanitarian crisis to fellow peers, friends, and family. I feel happy that I was a part of such a strong, well working team so, thank you Alba, Sammi, and Sidney!  I also want to thank Dr. Krista Latham for being such an amazing teacher/leader, and for providing this opportunity to her students.

I hope to be back one day!

The team, the number one, the gold standard

Tanya

The Gold Standard

It’s day three back in Indy from my third trip with the Beyond Borders team, and this blog just keeps getting harder and harder to write. Not because I have no reflections, or because I did not enjoy my time, or because I didn’t learn anything, but because I am not ready to be home. I will never be ready. How can I reflect on something with which I will never be completely finished?

Every trip leaves a part of myself in the field. There are pieces of me scattered all around Brooks county. These are pieces that I will never get back, because they belong there. And coming home a little less of myself and little more someone new is tough, even though every trip changes me for the better. I am able to see myself grow little by little into someone I want to be and am proud to be. 

My growth this trip specifically was rooted in my team. Their support and general concern for each other’s well being is what allowed me to push myself harder. I traveled farther, through thicker brush, because I knew they were there. Sometimes, I got stuck. And they were there, to take pictures at first, but then to stop the line search until I was able to get

Me, quite literally, stuck in the brush
Me, quite literally, stuck in the brush

back into our formation, make sure I was okay, then continue. This team is unlike any other of which I have had the opportunity to be a part. Each case we do here in Indiana, each school project, brings about a new team. But this team. This team is what I will hold as my gold standard for as long as I am in the field. 

Dr. Latham, our fearless leader. She works harder than every single one of us combined and then some. Her ability to traverse the challenging political landscape at the Border with grace and poise is something I admire and can only hope to one day emulate. I am so proud to be her student and mentee, and hope that I am able to continue to use her as my anchor, even if we are equally directionally challenged.

Sammi, the tried and true. Never have I ever seen someone so dedicated and good. Watching Sammi work and map is truly incredible, and I learn something new every day with her.

Alba, my truest partner in crime. Alba cares so deeply for everyone and everything, in a true Cancer passion. She knows what I am thinking, even from other ends of the line search. I am thankful for her friendship and above all, her ability to make anyone feel important.

Tanya, the rookie. The one who will do anything you ask, because she is so eager to learn. She will go so far, and I cannot wait to cheer her on.

And of course, our team would be nothing without Deputy White and Eddie. Both are so incredibly selfless, having dedicated their lives to the border crisis. Working alongside both of them is quite literally a blessing. I am thankful for their leadership, guidance, and encouragement. 

So, while I may still be partially in Falfurrias, I know that my team continues to have my back, which is more than I could have ever asked for. Hopefully, I will be back in Falfurrias one day, and be able to give it everything it has given me.

The team, the number one, the gold standard
The team, the number one, the gold standard

Sidney

Even the Slightest Contributions Make a Difference

It is amazing how much a trip to South Texas can impact one’s life. I have just completed my third season with Beyond Borders and I feel heaviness in my heart. This is partly due to the feeling that no matter how much we, and others, volunteer their time and skills to assist with search and rescue missions, identification, and providing resources to aid in human survival, there will always be more work to be done. As long as people continue to seek refuge in the United States or aspire for the opportunities that are available here — with a severe hindrance from doing so legally — law enforcement and the community will be overwhelmed by this crisis. In addition, it is difficult to see the stark contrast between the privileges I have that so many others do not. I cannot imagine risking my life in pursuit of another, knowing very well that I may not survive the journey. Eddie Canales, director of the South Texas Human Rights Center, gave a presentation about the mission and goals of his organization. I remember him mentioning that many of these people do not wish to leave their home. There is pride, loyalty, and familiarity in the places we grow up that really isn’t replaceable. Many even try to come work temporarily to send money back home or return to their families with more financial stability. There are many reasons that this trip has provided alternative perspectives regarding migration policies which I think is extremely valuable as I hear the various, inescapable opinions portrayed by news and media sources.

Trees

One of Dr. Latham’s goals for involving students in this humanitarian work is to open their minds and hearts to different perspectives, and prompt them to become better global citizens as they move on beyond the program at UIndy. I applied for this program with the hope of experiencing humanitarian aspects of anthropology to see whether or not this was a passion I wanted to pursue as a future career. I was so naïve to what that entailed before coming on these trips. I can genuinely say that I have gathered a diverse understanding of the border crisis through my multiple Beyond Borders trips.

Exhumation season in 2018.
Exhumation season in 2018.

My first trip was a purely exhumation-based season. I was able to witness the treatment of the non-citizen decedents through their burial conditions and method and documentation of interment. I realized that there is no upheld standard of investigation into migrant identities. There is no attempt at contacting families or repatriation, so forensic scientists and volunteer organizations are needed in order to facilitate that process.

Water jug

My second trip consisted of more community interaction and involvement as I met volunteers from the South Texas Human Rights Center, visited and donated to the Humanitarian Respite Center which helps individuals who were detained and released as refugees to reach to their destinations, and tended to water stations on private ranchlands. Furthermore, we conducted forensic archaeological survey and exhumations in the Sacred Hearts Cemetery where hundreds of migrants are buried without a name.

This trip was very different than the previous. I discovered how delicate and complicated it can be to communicate with ranch owners, law enforcement, and community volunteers while working within the confines of the law. Very little land in South Texas is publicly accessible, so I realized how much time and effort it takes to build relationships with landowners to receive access for conducting search and recoveries. It was also physically exhausting and mentally taxing to walk the very same routes that many migrants had taken before us. Truthfully, it is quite likely that there were living migrants who saw us in the brush even though we couldn’t see them. When working with skeletonized remains, a forensic anthropologist must be able to separate their emotions from the scientific analyses or it would be too much to bear. Yet, when we were out there walking in their shoes, there was no

A migrant's eyeglasses left behind.
A migrant’s eyeglasses left behind.

separating it. We saw personal effects, shoeprints, empty food and water packages. Deputy White shared some unsettling and saddening stories of living and dead individuals that he’d encountered on searches over numerous years as a sheriff and volunteer. Eddie (STHRC) and Rafael (Desert Angels) shared stories of family members who they’d helped find their loved ones, dead or alive, and how sometimes the process of gaining legal permissions to search an area meant the difference between life and death of an individual. It is amazing that they have the heart to dedicate their lives to this work.

I am very fortunate to have had the opportunity to gain a more holistic understanding of the border crisis. I hope that anyone reading these blog posts feel that they’ve gathered a deeper understanding as well. I must always remember that even the slightest contributions make a difference, and that we cannot do this alone.

Sammi