Friday, March 11, 2016

The Crushed Heart

Border of Death, Valley of Life: An Immigrant Journey of Heart and Spirit
by Daniel G. Groody

Introduction: Corazon Destrozado—The Crushed Heart and the Dynamics of Mexican Emigration and Immigration
"The light shines in darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."
—John 1:5

The Mexican Immigrant in the United States
The subject of immigration is not new, but the issue is as impor­tant now as ever. Especially as the United States grapples with how to fight terrorist threats from foreign fanatics, the pressure to seal off our American borders is tremendous. While there is a legitimate need to control these borders in the interests of national security, my fear is that many people will never hear the other side of the immigration story. This book presents the human face of immigration. The people I write about are not terrorists or drug dealers. Nor are they criminals or enemies. The vast majority of Mexican immigrants who enter the United States illegally are simply hard­working people, willing to work in menial jobs so they can provide for their families back home in Mexico. Mexican immigration pre­sents the United States with terrible ironies: Mexicans are prevented from coming across, yet they are needed to sustain the American economy; they are often denied jobs, yet often they do the work that no one else wants to do; many fear them, yet they can enrich American culture.

While much has been written in recent years about immigra­tion, nothing has been written about Mexican immigrants and their spiritual lives. This book seeks to respond to such a need. Through it I hope to address some of the profound, human, spir­itual hungers of immigrants in this country. While many come to the United States with a strong faith, in many places, Mexican immigrants find themselves dying of spiritual famine. They hunger for a deeper spirituality than they find in many of their local Catholic parishes. Even though many Hispanics have cul­tural roots that are lie deep at the heart of Catholicism, many are leaving the Catholic Church. Andrew Greeley estimates that one fifth of the Hispanics who were raised Catholic have left the Church. Because part of this problematic is spiritual in nature, I chose to focus my energies on one place where some important, spiritual movement was happening, in the hopes that this model might serve as a guide for further pastoral development and in­tellectual reflection.
As I looked around the country to find places where Mexican Hispanics were flourishing in their spirituality, I discovered the Valley Missionary Program. The people of this organization had the most committed spirituality of any community I had ever seen. These immigrants were not simply playing around in their own self-actualization sandbox (in contrast to some spirituality currents in U.S. American society), but they were living out a central value that profoundly transformed their lives and led them to commit themselves to the needs of their neighbors. Be­cause the program enabled many of them to undergo some real changes in the way they understood God, their world, and their very lives, I quickly became intrigued and enamored with the program. One of its compelling features was that the people reached out not only to those who came to Church but also, and especially, to those who had left the Church or had no contact with it at all. In many ways, great and small, the program em­bodied God's mercy.

A priest of my own religious community, the Congregation of Holy Cross, founded the program. Even within the community, however, the program had received little attention until recent years. One of the reasons for the protracted appreciation was be­cause this priest—as holy, committed and generous as he was— had the reputation of being eccentric, stubborn, and idiosyn­cratic. For these reason and a few others, he was sent far away to the forsaken town of Coachella, California, because, it was thought, in the words of a former provincial, that "there he could do the least amount of damage." To everyone's surprise, he started one of the most innovative spiritual renewal programs in the country and became a beloved figure for many of these im­migrants. Rejected from the mainstream currents of the Church, this founder became the cornerstone of a great renewal move­ment in the Church. The program became so successful that these immigrants themselves started bringing it back to many of their villages and cities where they came from in Mexico. Cur­rently, the organization has "associations" or chapters through­out Mexico, and it continues to grow exponentially. I argue that the program thrives because it touches something deep within them; it brings their spirituality to life and it transforms their lives into something new.
At the same time that I developed a pastoral fascination with the program, I also began doctoral studies in Christian spiritual­ity. For five years I was able to carry on a rich dialogue between scholars in Berkeley and these immigrant farm workers in the Coachella Valley. Eventually, I bought the two worlds together in a doctoral dissertation entitled "Corazon y Conversion: The Dy­namics of Mexican Immigration, Christian Spirituality, and Hu­man Transformation." This work was my first attempt to under­stand the spirituality of Mexican immigrants, and it led me to understand better the social location, culture, and spiritual experience of the people. I also wanted to probe how their encounter with Christ in faith led to the restructuring of their core values, beliefs, and priorities. In other words, I wanted to explore how their experience of God led to integral conversion. Since then I have developed this work further and tried to refine my insights into a systematic reflection on the spirituality of these people. This book, then, is the result of sustained reflection over a period of years on the faith experience of a people. It has become an op­portunity to weave together the best of scholarship in spiritual­ity with my own insights and experiences of Mexican culture and pastoral ministry.

From an academic perspective, this work in theology is a disci­plined reflection on spiritual experience. One of the initial chal­lenges of embarking on such a work in spirituality is that of methodology. By nature, methodology in spirituality is interdisci­plinary; it is a bridge discipline. In this particular case, the primary discipline is theology, but this work also draws on sociology and cultural anthropology. Spirituality, as an academic discipline, seeks to weave these different disciplines together into a coherent con­versation about the complex experience of human beings in rela­tionship to God.

This work, then, is done at the crossroads of Mexico and the United States, the rich point of intersection between the two coun­tries. It is also a work done at the crossroads between spirituality and theology, culture and theology, fieldwork and theology, sociol­ogy and theology, and the grassroots and the academy. Especially for this study, the border has been a fertile place of reflection and inquiry for examining the spirituality of these immigrants.

In the pages that follow, I describe four dimensions of Mexican immigrant spiritual experience: context, revelation, transforma­tion, and interpretation. In chapter 1, I do an extensive descrip­tion of the immigrant context. The purpose of this description is to bring out the difficulties and struggles of the undocumented immigrant and to name the pains they experience in the process of breaking from Mexico, crossing the border and entering the United States. I argue that we cannot adequately understand a Mexican immigrant spirituality without better understanding their social location, the trails they endure and the wounds they bear.

A Hunger For Freedom, A Wall Of Separation

Overwhelming joy went through the Western world as it witnessed the tearing down of the Berlin Wall in 1989. The great Wall had long stood as the symbol of separation between the material abundance of the West and the economic scarcity of the East. It represented the dividing line between freedom and slavery, opportunity and oppression, prosperity and poverty. The crumbling of the Berlin Wall gave a breath of fresh air to the world, and it gave hope for a new era of freedom for humankind. Especially in the United States, the news of the falling of the Wall reinforced the deep U.S. American ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Ironically, as the great wall of separation was coming down in Europe, an even greater and more dangerous wall of separation was being fortified along the 1,952-mile border between the United States and Mexico. Though not a wall of concrete, it is a wall of separation between the citizens of the United States and the poor of Latin America. As doors were opening to those who escaped the tyrannies of communism, doors were closing to those who were trying to escape the tyrannies of the unjust economic, political, and social structures of their own countries.

Between 1961 and 1989, in the hope of finding a better life and a more promising future on the other side of the Berlin Wall, eighty people were killed; fifty-nine of them were shot dead by East German guards who protected the border. Between 1995 and 2002, in the hope of finding a better life and a more promising future in the United States, more than 2,000 immigrants have died trying to cross the U.S.-Mexican border. This means that more than one human life has been lost for each mile along the border since 1995. Those who lost their lives attempting to cross from East to West Germany were considered heroes in the United States, yet those who attempted to cross from Latin America to North America are often considered criminals. While many of the deaths along the Berlin Wall were noted internationally, many of the people who die along the U.S.-Mexican border remain unpublicized, unrecognized, unidentified, unburied, and unmourned. In the public eye, the Mexican immigrants who die often seemed like nothing in life, and, in the end, they appear as nothing in death, without even a simple cross to mark their graves.

The newspapers are full of reports of the horrible conditions that undocumented immigrants have to endure in order to cross the border from Mexico into the United States: "At least seven Mexican immigrants died and more than fifty others were rescued in rural San Diego County canyons . . . after a freak spring storm dropped a foot of snow on (the) mountains"; "Six illegal immigrants sleeping on railroad tracks in south Texas, possibly to avoid snakebites, were killed when a Union Pacific freight train ran over them"; "Six suspected illegal immigrants trying to escape Border Patrol agents plunged 120 feet into a ravine near San Diego . . ., leaving one dead"; "Twelve illegal immigrants who crossed the Mexican border perished as they tried to traverse the barren Arizona desert in 115-degree heat and reach a highway... ."

The dynamics of Mexican immigration are full of stories like these, about people who drown in rivers, freeze in the mountains, dehydrate in the deserts, and get hit by cars or trains. Given all these painful stories of horror, we are forced to ask: What kind of conditions, circumstances, and pressures lead people to take such risks, expose themselves to such dangers, and face the prospect of even torturous deaths?

In order to provide a foundation for understanding the Mexican immigrants' spirituality and their journey, it is important to look more closely at the social, political, cultural, and economic context in order to understand their lives more adequately. Christian spirituality seeks to understand God, human life, and the relationship between the two. As we try to understand the human experience of Mexican immigrants, we must consider why they leave Mexico, what they endure when they cross the border, and what they experience when they come to the United States. Attention to their wounds as well as their aspirations will increase our appreciation for how their spirituality heals and transforms them. On the surface, we will speak about the story of Mexican immigrants, but at the core, their stories touch and dig into some of the most fundamental dynamics of human existence: the will to survive, the desire for connectedness to others, the hunger to make a meaningful contribution to the world, and the search for God in the midst of daily life and its trials. In the particular story of the Mexican immigrants, we discover aspects of the universal human story and the struggle to live with dignity, friendship, and purpose.



Breaking From Home In Mexico

The dynamics of immigration are as old as humanity, but the extraordinary numbers of immigrants today are symptomatic of the ills of our age. Immigration is a global malady that needs to be analyzed in relationship to the political, social, and economic context that precipitates it. Today more than 100 million people are migrating around the world.  The effects of globalization on the poor, in particular, increase these numbers daily.
Virtually all immigrants leave their country because of an urgent need, whether social, political, economic, or religious. Chief among these is the widening gap between the rich and the poor of the world. Poverty, hunger, violence, war, the abuse of human rights, religious and racial prejudice, oppressive intellectual conditions, or a deteriorating economic climate all contribute to the flight of these people to a new and foreign land where, often, a different language is spoken. Migration is a traumatic undertaking. Such a separation leaves an indelible mark on the heart of the immigrant.

The Pressure to Immigrate
The mass exodus of people from Mexico to the United States is indicative of a country in crisis. Many Mexicans emigrate in the hope of relieving some of the intense pressure caused by unemployment, hunger, disease, poverty, and early death. The majority of Mexican immigrants come to the United States primarily for economic reasons.11 Mexico's 40 percent unemployment rate and low paying jobs, contrasted with the high demand for labor and comparatively high wages of the United States, draws Mexicans into the United States like a magnet.12 More than 40 million Mexicans live in poverty and dream of making more than the national wage of 35 cents an hour, or 200 pesos (about $20) every two weeks.13 In brief, foreign debt, a declining Gross Domestic Product (GDP) per capita, and diminishing "real wages" are some of the primary reasons why Mexicans migrate to the United States.14 In the words of one immigrant named Mario, "I left a wife and three kids at home not because I wanted to get rich but because I wanted us to survive. When we got to the point where we did not have enough to buy even necessary things like tortillas, eggs, and sugar, I had to immigrate."  Many are forced to choose between a dehumanizing poverty at home and the perilous crossing of the border into the United States.

People enter or live in the United States illegally when they do not pass through designated border inspection stations, when they present false papers at these stations, or when they enter legally and then overstay their visas. When they do this, they become classified as "illegal aliens." (Because the term "illegal alien" is a dehumanizing term, I will refer to these immigrants as "undocumented" throughout this book.)

Between 6 million and 12 million undocumented immigrants live in the United States, and the majority of these are from Mexico. Every day, some 4,600 immigrants jump fences, swim across canals, and traverse deserts along the U.S-Mexican border.16 They come in search of low-paying jobs in agriculture, landscaping, construction, and other areas. Statistics show that, despite increasing attempts to control the border, the number of people trying to enter the country illegally is increasing. And while, paradoxically, market liberalization strategies like NAFTA and other free market policies give the impression of a borderless North American economy, U.S. immigration policies and stricter border controls reveal the high walls between the two countries.  While new and bold initiatives have been proposed by Mexican President Vicente Fox and have met with some support from President George W. Bush and congressional leaders, the suffering of immigrants will continue in the years ahead, whether immigrants enter with guest visas or enter illegally.

The economic problems that immigrants face affect multiple levels of their identity. Many of those condemned to a life of poverty and destitution often think of themselves as inferior and incompetent. They often begin to blame themselves for their inability to better their lot in life. With fewer opportunities, many people have less incentive to create, innovate, or try new things; they feel quite powerless, even over their own lives. Young people often see no future at all as long as they stay in Mexico. "The most difficult thing," said Jaime, "is feeling the impotence of not being able to do anything."  With poor wages, high expenses, unemployment, and underemployment, many immigrate to the United States just so they can support the family. Ironically, the move to come to the United States to support the family often breaks up the family.

Breaking from Family

Mexican immigrants who come to the United States looking for better lives leave behind much of the world they love. While they feel attracted to many of the jobs, opportunities, and material comforts of the United States, the immigration experience exacts a major price on the families and relatives at home. One of the most immediate human costs of immigration is saying goodbye. Only rarely do families emigrate together. Most often, the man is the one who breaks from home, leaving his wife and children behind for eight months, a year, or longer. "The most painful thing," said Juan, "is leaving the family behind, especially the children, but we do it in the hopes that some day we will have something in Mexico."

As the family breaks up, the husband and wife face double burdens. While the husband often faces a future of dangerous border crossings, economic exploitation, and difficult work, the wife suddenly becomes farmer, rancher, parent, provider, and protector of the household. Most Mexicans immigrants do not want to leave home. The majority are not drug dealers. Nor are they terrorists. Often they say that they leave home not because of inordinate ambition but because of the pressing need to survive. "We don't want to steal," said Adan. "We come here to save some money so that later we can return home to take care of our children."

Breaking from the Familiar

Emigrating to the United States also means leaving behind a familiar environment. Because culture permeates every level of a person, Mexicans find it easier to leave Mexico than for Mexico to leave them. Mexicans love Mexico and are extremely proud of their -x country. It remains their birthplace, their homeland, and their culture: "Como Mexico, no hay dos" ("There is no place like Mexico"). Mexico runs through the blood of the Mexicans, and it never leaves them. It remains as much a part of them as their own family. Mexico is a very festive and distinctive place. Fiestas patrias (national holidays), Dias de los santos (saints' days), and posadas (Christmas rituals) shape the psychological and spiritual consciousness of the Mexican, alongside the smell of tortillas (bread), maiz (corn), frijoles (beans), and other aspects of their culture. The relationships, music, drink, dress, and culture all contribute to the life they enjoy in Mexico. However, poverty puts many strains on their lives. Struggling Mexicans spend so much of their energy surviving that many have little leisure time, making it difficult to nurture significant relationships and develop more of their personal lives. Long hours of work and economic scarcity rob many of them of time for intimacy that would allow them to develop more capacities for human connectedness.

Crossing the great border exacts an enormous toll on Mexican immigrants and their families. Leaving home creates many emotional and practical difficulties. In the midst the process of emigration, immigrants often face a terrible irony: they leave Mexico to escape the insecurity of life, only to come to the United States where they experience an even greater insecurity. They give up their homes, their language, and their customs for an uncertain and pre carious future. For many immigrants, crossing the border of death means leaving behind much of what ultimately gives meaning, value, and cohesion to their lives.

Crossing the US-Mexican border
In southern California, there are three main ways of trying to cross the border without passing through designated points of entry: through a fence along the border (those who do so are known as alambristas), across the border canals (known as mojados or braveros), or through the rugged terrain of the desert mountains and valleys. The immigrants make a dangerous crossing with few or no resources. No matter what the method, the three biggest threats come from immigration officials, smugglers (or coyotes), and the perils of the natural environment.

Noted journalist John Annerino brings out just how radical and precarious a journey it is for them:  [The immigrants] will be wearing cheap rubber shower sandals and ill-fitting baseball cleats to protect their feet from rocks, thorns, hot sand, and lava, not form-fitting one hundred dollar hiking boots; they will carry their meager rations of tortillas, beans, sardines, and chilis in flimsy white plastic bags, not freeze-dried gourmet meals cooked over shiny white gas stoves carried in expensive gortex backpacks. And they will sleep on the scorched bare earth in thin cotton t-shirts, not in cozy two hundred dollar, down sleeping bags. They will follow vague routes, passed down from one desperate generation to the next, across a horizonless no-man's land, not well-manicured trails. Their signposts will be sun-bleached bones, empty plastic water jugs, a distant mountain, not hand-painted fluorescent signs with arrows pointing the trail every quarter mile. They will cross a merciless desert for jobs, not for scenic vistas. And nothing will stop these honest people in their quest for a better life, not the killing desert, and not the transformation of the "tortilla curtain" into the Iron Curtain.

The journey across the U.S.-Mexican border means journeying to the very margins of life. Mexican immigrants experience vulnerabilities from every side and dangers every step of the way.

The Border Patrol: La Migra

Guarding the door of entry into the United States is the Border Patrol, popularly known as La Migra. The Border Patrol, as part of the Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS), is the largest federal police agency in the country with about 10,000 agents.24 While the United States has had border control policies throughout its history, these policies have become more restrictive in recent years. Since 1986, federal and state legislatures in the United States have sought to control the nation's borders more aggressively through reforms in immigration policy.25 Currently, the U.S. government spends more than $6 billion dollars employing agents to protect the border.26 Although the U.S. Border Patrol currently functions to keep out criminals, drug traffickers, and terrorists, it also keeps out other immigrants who come across the border simply to work and provide for their families. These reforms, coupled with anti-immigrant sentiments, have made it both more difficult and inhumane for the illegal Mexican immigrant to enter and stay in the United States. Beginning in October 1994, the INS launched Operation Gatekeeper near San Diego, California, Operation Safeguard near No-gales, Arizona, and Operation Rio Grande in east Texas and other initiatives near the major urban areas along the border, all of which were directed toward further deterrence of illegal Mexican immigration. Increased federal investment in border control has driven up costs demanded by illegal smugglers, and it forces immigrants, now more than ever, to cross along ever more difficult routes. While the border strategists have adopted a "prevention through deterrence" philosophy to deter immigrants from crossing, there is no indication that immigration flows have diminished in any way; in fact they have actually increased since these reforms' were initiated.  Restricting the border has not diminished the migration flows; it has merely redirected them and pushed immigrants more and more into dangerous and life-threatening territory.  "It's like pressing a plastic bubble," said Richard Lopez of the busy El Centro sector, "if you press one side of the bubble, the air inside simply shifts to the other side." The U.S. policy has dealt more with the symptoms of immigration than the causes, and, until the government implements more Shortly after the Border Patrol apprehended Marcos, he said, Last night was incredibly difficult. After walking so much, my whole body ached, especially my legs, and I was exhausted. You don't get any sleep and the cold penetrates you. We had to sleep for awhile in the mountains, but it was cold, incredibly cold . . . and then we ran out of water. We let ourselves be captured by the immigration officials just so we could get something to drink. It's dangerous and disorienting out there.

For the undocumented immigrant, the perils are greater now than ever.  The stronger the force of the Border Patrol, the greater the risks that the immigrants take. Because many deaths go unreported and undiscovered, the number of those who die trying to cross the border is presumably even more.33 Until the U.S. dedicates comparable resources to addressing the human costs of migration as it does to the economic costs, many immigrants will continue to die in the process of crossing the U.S.-Mexican border.

Those who do make it across the border still face difficulties as they try to move northward. Shortly after Maria and Pepe crossed over, they said "our coyote (smuggler) told us that we had to hit the ground because an (immigration) helicopter was coming overhead, and we threw ourselves on the desert floor. When we got up, my wife was covered in cactus spines, and for eight days I removed them from her body." In some cases, vigilante groups in Arizona have taken extreme measures to deter immigrants. Some ranchers have even threatened to kill immigrants that trespass on their property.
Some immigrants who are apprehended spend days, weeks, and even years in detention centers and INS facilities. Maria said she was terrified when immigration officials apprehended her: "I spent two months in the detention center feeling traumatized ... all I wanted to do was come over and see my children and husband, but when they apprehended me, they put my hands and feet in chains, as if I was a criminal or had murdered someone."  She is now living in the United States illegally, and she fears leaving her house because she does not want officials to send her back to an immigration detention center.

The presence of the immigration officials extends beyond the border into secondary checkpoints sixty miles north of the national boundary. On highways, at crossroads, and under bridges, Border comprehensive strategies that deal with the economic, political and social ills of both countries, Mexicans will continue to migrate to the United States.
Patrol agents use various techniques to detect undocumented immigrants. Such watchfulness leaves many immigrants on a constant state of alert and anxiety. As Guillermo said, "we're tired of living like rats, jumping from one rat hole to another."

The Smuggler: El Coyote
In addition to fearing la migra, the immigrant also worries about el coyote, the smuggler. The term itself has evolved over the years, and people often use it in the negative sense.  Generally, the coyote belongs to the culture of the immigrant underground railroad, which has an extensive network of people who help immigrants seek safe passage—when they have the money to pay. Sometimes they are called polleros or, the most benign, traficantes de personas. Most often, the coyote smuggles not drugs but people, though in some places they rival, or collaborate with, drug traffickers. According to Rita Vargas of the Mexican Consulate in Calexico, California, coyotes work together with a series of guides to help shuttle immigrants across the border.  The coyote coordinates the overall plan of the immigrant, but the guides are the ones who lead them across the border. Both act as intermediaries in the immigration process, and they know the most about safe passages across the border and the routes which best evade detection by the immigration officials.

Coyote fees are directly proportional to the size of the Border Patrol. The stricter the control at the border, the more immigrants pay for a coyote. Currently, a coyote costs anywhere from $800 to $1,800, nearly double the cost of one in 1994.  The poorest of the poor, however, come across the border alone. They have no money to hire a coyote and they are often the ones who get lost and die in the barren desert borderlands.

The immigrants must entrust themselves to the coyote; sometimes this is a fatal mistake. Sometimes the coyote will lead people over the border only to rob them on the other side. Other times, coyotes will leave immigrants stranded in the middle of the desert, to become disoriented and die of dehydration. Still other times, they will have unsuspecting immigrants carry the coyote's backpack, which may have drugs in it. If officials apprehend a group, sometimes these same immigrants can be the ones sent to jail. Women are particularly vulnerable, as coyotes sometimes demand sex as payment, or take it by force. "In our group," said Jose, "our coyote grabbed one of the young women, took her behind one of the mountains and raped her, even though she was screaming and yelling as he abused her."  Those immigrants who enter the country illegally face vulnerabilities every step of the way.

The Life-Threatening Elements: La Muerte

One of the largest and deadliest areas along the border is the Imperial Valley of Southern California. It is one of the last great, uninhabited areas of the lower forty-eight states. It has a stark and deadly beauty about it. Almost totally uninhabited and uninhabitable, it is home to bobcats, rattlesnakes (sidewinders), raccoons, coyotes, badgers, skunks, rats, scorpions, and illegal immigrants. Temperatures get as high as 120 degrees in the summer, and there are virtually no water sources in the desert north of the border. Many immigrants travel this route as they try to make it into the United States, and it is the area where the most immigrants die each year. On average, an immigrant a day dies trying to cross the border here.

Those who cross the border know they are entering a life-threatening situation. Because of the constant vigilance of the immigration officials, extreme measures are taken to avoid being seen. For those who lack experience, the possibility of death is very real. The canal-crossing method is the most dangerous. People use ropes, inner tubes, rafts, or plastic bags filled with air or they swim the 120-foot body of water. Some who try to cross the canals don't know how to swim—and they drown. Powerful hydroelectric turbines that feed the electric needs of the valley cause strong unexpected currents, which cause many to lose their footing on muddy river floors. For others, the cold water of the canal freezes and cramps their muscles and paralyzes them from making it safely to the other side. Some will seek refuge in a railroad car, a truckload of carrots, or a truck full of flour. In increasing numbers, many are dying in the desert of hyperthermia caused by extreme temperatures. When people die along the barren trails, birds circle the corpses like carrion, animals prey on the carcasses for food, and the cadavers are often left to decompose in the extreme heat of the sun until they slowly disappear in desert sands. These deserts are long, lonely, desolate, and dry. When asked how immigrants felt about crossing the desert, given the fact that many die along the way, Julio said, "We are aware of the dangers, but our need is greater. There's always the risk of dying in the desert, but the desire to survive and keep going is even more important. It's a gamble."

For food, immigrants bring along a can of beans, tuna fish, a few tortillas, and water. Said one coyote named Alejandro, "The food is so bad you won't even want to eat it."  When they cross the desert floor, many wear knee-high, tough leather boots, so the biting rattlesnakes cannot penetrate them. Some people get blisters or swollen limbs from the physical demands. Some get tired and worn out in the intense journey through the desert, but those who cannot make it, or find themselves too tired to continue, are often left behind. They travel at night so as not to be seen. As food reserves get low, survival becomes an issue. Immigrants often have to suppress and/or repress deep emotions of loss, grief, loneliness, and isolation in order to make it. Many have no time or leisure to reflect on their lives or process their experiences because of the demands of survival.
The desert heat is the second leading cause of death during border crossings. Each year the Border Patrol combs the desert searching for undocumented immigrants. Even though the Border Patrol, the Mexican government, and volunteer organizations like Humane Borders have initiated various search, rescue, and emergency aid initiatives, the number of rescues is arguably low in proportion to the number of immigrants who are crossing. As human rights advocate Claudia Smith noted, "No amount of search and rescue is enough in the vast expanses of hell to which migrants have been rerouted." Others die from various other causes: hypothermia during cold desert nights, suffocation from within confined spaces in trucks and trains, and fatal injuries from vehicle accidents. Put simply, illegal entry across the U.S.-Mexican border is extremely dangerous and potentially fatal.  Some songs in popular culture capture the price that the border crossing exacts on families. The following song is called Un noble engano, "A Noble Deception."

A Noble Deception
Joaquin was only fifteen Pedro was sixteen
They were coming to the United States
They left from Monterrey.
They had great dreams
From hearing so much talk.
They wanted to go to Houston, Texas,
And begin working there.
Joaquin thought it was easy to cross the Rio Grande.
But the river was full And he could not make it.
Pedro cried at the failure He almost went insane
Upon seeing his brother drown in that treacherous river.
It was one year since my brother was called back to heaven.
My poor parents don't know he never reached Houston.
I take my brother's name when I write my parents.
I don't tell them the truth. They think he's still alive.
After a long absence I returned ready to tell all,
All that is locked up in my heart.
My poor mother crying hugged and kissed me.
"You have returned at last, my son!"
And her tears did fall.
And when she asked for Joaquin
I forced myself to smile.
I had to continue to pretend
So as not to see her suffer.
I pretend I am him When I write to my parents.
I do not tell them the truth. They think he is still alive.

When immigrants cross the U.S.-Mexican border, they enter into a strange and foreign land.  They move into unknown territory—socially, culturally, linguistically, economically, politically, legally, and even spiritually. They move from the bottom rung of their home culture in Mexico to the bottom rung of a foreign culture in the United States. They arrive not as tourists but as strangers and outsiders. As a result, immigrants receive a double blow: They are forced to leave the homeland they love and belong to, yet often they feel unwelcome and unwanted when they finally come to the United States. For the undocumented Mexican immigrant, such messages of cultural nonacceptance produce a deep sense of alienation that reaches into every level of the immigrant's life.

Political-Cultural Alienation: Mexican in an American Land

Above all, the immigrants move from a world where they belonged to a world where they are labeled as "illegal aliens." This deepens their sense of estrangement. Even people with green cards are called "resident aliens." They experience acute alienation from home, church, culture, and even themselves. When many Mexican immigrants come to the United States they often experience cultural displacement. The cultural differences often cause immigrants to isolate and insulate themselves from the outside world. Oscar said, "I spent three years alone when I came here, and for the first month I was closed up in my house. I had no friends and I did not want to leave because I thought people were going to look at me as different."

The most immediate experience of alienation is the language. The inability to speak or understand English intensifies their feeling of distance from home. Limited educational backgrounds and illiteracy make it even harder to learn the language. Some cannot communicate about even the most basic aspects of life. "When I was separated from my wife at the border," Miguel said, "I spent weeks worrying about her. I did not even know where she was. She could not even call us because she couldn't read the numbers on the telephone."

For other immigrants, the demands of survival leave little free time to do anything but work. Many labor all day in agricultural jobs, rising sometimes as early as 2:30 A.M. When they arrive home they are often exhausted. In addition, few immigrants have cars, so transportation to classes, even if available, is in many instances very difficult.
Besides language problems, they find it difficult to express the deeper experiences of the heart: fears of being rejected, useless, unimportant, used, abused, mistreated, disregarded, and oppressed. As a result, many immigrants building up high psychological walls between themselves and the outside world: many become strangers even to themselves.
Another form of alienation is cultural. The movement from Mexican culture to an American culture is a dramatic shift. Many Mexicans go through painful moments of disorientation when they enter into U.S. American society. The customs, values, and attitudes are often dramatically different. Even the social geography is quite dissimilar. For example, in Mexico the social life often centers on the town square. More often than not, in suburban United States the center is the shopping mall. The cultural values of the U.S. American and the Mexican are often inverted. As Mexicans enter into the U.S. American world, they often find themselves caught in the crossfire of conflicting value systems. They experience the economic pressures of survival and, at the same time, the constant pressures of a materialistic culture.

When they go back to Mexico, many immigrants often are not accepted in the same way as before they left. Mexicans describe this experience as feeling ni de aqui, ni de alia [neither from here (the United States) nor there (Mexico)], and with good reason: it is difficult to survive in one's hometown, yet it is difficult to find a true home in the United States. Living in the United States leaves many Mexican immigrants with the feeling of absolute non-belonging.

Socio-Economic Alienation: Poor in a Prosperous Land
Virtually all undocumented Mexican immigrants have no security, no benefits, no health care, and no guarantee of long-term work. They pay taxes but get few, if any, benefits. Although undocumented workers pay over $7 billion dollars annually in taxes and social security, many are not eligible for most benefits. They are often abused by their boss (or contratista), and, through various types of trickery, sometimes are denied their just wages. Even recent U.S. Supreme Court decisions have decided that federal immigration law takes precedence over labor law, which makes immigrants even more vulnerable. Whereas previ­ous court decisions used to protect immigrant rights and the right to compensation for work rendered, newer legislation has ruled against them, further opening the undocumented immi­grant up to labor exploitation.

The Mexican immigrant typically labors in jobs that most U.S. workers do not want. Some are dangerous and precarious. They plow fields in temperatures above 110 degrees, fumigate crops with poisonous chemicals, prune vines amid rattlesnakes and scor­pions, pick strawberries with their backs bent over, and tend citrus groves from the break of day. In many ways, the California econ­omy is built on the backs of migrant workers like these. Typically, Mexican immigrants are more willing than U.S.-born workers to take jobs that are boring, dirty, dangerous, and low paying. Cali­fornia's shaky economy in recent years also has created a difficult environment for them. Immigrants are often the scapegoat for so­cial and economic problems. Negative social messages deepen the experience of alienation for these people.

The jobs the immigrants get often are unstable. When workers begin to protest their conditions, they can easily be dismissed. "For every person working in this valley," said Esteban, "there are five more behind them waiting to take your job."57 Because of the large numbers of immigrants looking for jobs in southern California, there is a super-abundance of unskilled laborers. Cor­porations maintain the upper hand. This creates conditions in which workers are often exploited and manipulated. "We live in a new era of the plantation-estates," said Mario, "but the only difference is that [our slavery] is more disguised now." Even though he is a college graduate, Mario spends his days working in the agricultural fields of California. "We work like slaves for the multinational corporations, but they have no regard for us. We break our backs in the sun, but for little money."58 Those who hire the immigrants often they see them just as arms and limbs without hearts or souls, unrecognized bodies viewed in terms of their economic usefulness rather then their human and spiritual potential.

Psycho-Spiritual Alienation: Lonely in an Unfamiliar Land
In leaving Mexico, many immigrants enter a world of social poverty and become disconnected from family, culture, and home­land. "The most painful thing is separating from the family and leaving behind your loved ones as you search for a more dignified life," said Gustavo.59 Loneliness is a heavy burden and one of the most unrecognized aspects of the immigrant's pain.

In the midst of their separation from home, many of these im­migrants long to know that they have a place in someone's life, and especially in someone's heart, to know that someone cares, to know that it makes a difference to someone if they are not around. Without the feeling of connectedness, the agony and emptiness can easily give rise to deviant behavior in drugs, sex, gambling, and alcohol, all of which can lead to various psycho­logical and physical sicknesses. Their loneliness becomes all the more acute when they come to the one place they expect to feel at home, namely the Catholic Church. Often, even there, they do not feel welcome.

Many Mexican immigrants live in isolated and rural areas. Be­cause their experience of the institutional Church is often limited, some see priests infrequently, so they have little contact with the sacramental life of the Church. They often have a negative or neu­tral understanding of the God and the institutional Church. In gen­eral, they are accustomed to few liturgical services, and they often have to pay for those they do request. Many have very limited in­struction in catechism as well, except from many of their grand­mothers. As a result, many immigrants come with a notion of a punitive God who scrutinizes their behaviors and watches them with a punishing vigilance. Nonetheless, many immigrants have a deep sense of the sacred in their daily lives and a deep sense of the providence of God.

The pressure to work prevents immigrants from addressing their loneliness and other inner pains. After he left his wife in Mexico, Miguel stated, "I would just cover up my pain by working, work­ing, and working."60 Despite busying himself with constant activ­ity, the loneliness continued to afflict him. He continued, "I used to just try to keep myself busy in the fields because the pain was so intense. It used to drive me crazy, and I used to do almost anything to distract myself so as to numb the pain I was feeling."61

Immigrants often feel tremendous longing for their families back in Mexico. Many Mexican children grow up not seeing their father for months or years, lacking even the simplest gestures of touch and affection that are part of a loving relationship.

For those who have no family contacts in the United States, the loneliness is even greater. They have no one to hold or share with on deeper levels. They often experience a deep feeling of rejection. In their isolation and abandonment, they often ask, "Will anyone be there for me?" "Does anyone care?" "Does my life have any sig­nificance?" "Can I trust my co-workers?" "Will they call immigra­tion officials?" The fear of being deported is one degree of the im­migrant's loneliness, but beneath this is another: The fear that one is nobody to anybody.

Since many of the immigrants leave immediate family behind, they have a deep need to connect to other people. Even when they are around others, however, they often feel incomplete while their family is far away in Mexico. This deep longing to connect is what drives them to take incredibly high risks to return to visit, or to en­courage their family to return with them, even with the dangers involved.

For some, their problems worsen as they try to bring their fami­lies with them. Jesus Jimenez, a Mexican national who had worked in Fresno, California, is one example. At the age of seventeen, he re­turned to Mexico to marry the woman he loved. In the perilous crossing over the border, he and his wife hit a snowstorm, and the coyote who was guiding them abandoned them to die in the cold. Having been married only two weeks, Jimenez's bride, Osveia Te­pee Jimenez, only twenty years old, died in his arms amid the freezing temperatures of the mountains. While recuperating in the hospital, he said, "I've loved her all my life . . . we were going to make a new life here, so much better than the one we had. We had so many dreams, but we will never live them now. It's all my fault for bringing her."62 Of all the burdens they carry, guilt is one of heaviest.

While some feel noble in their attempts to provide for their fam­ilies, many experience a burden of culpability, which comes in var­ious forms: the guilt of not being able to return for the funeral of a loved one, the guilt of not being able to raise a family and be a fa­ther to one's children, the guilt of infidelity, and even the guilt of not sending enough money home. Amidst this loneliness, the temptations increase. Looking for someone to touch or hold often drives one to search for a prostitute or a passing affair, someone to connect with and alleviate the pain of the loneliness. Afterwards, some immigrants experience a double burden: the burden of lone­liness has not lifted, and the burden of guilt remains, a guilt that comes from the feeling of having betrayed the ones they love and have left behind. Some even begin new families on the American border while maintaining a family in Mexico.

Many immigrants experience a complex, overlapping feeling of alienation from home, family, culture, and even God. Drugs and al­cohol help alleviate the pain yet drag them into the vicious cycles of poverty, depression, and failure. Loneliness often leads them to shut down emotionally. Many immigrants become all the more in need of love but all the more unable to find it or express it, result­ing in a deep feeling of emptiness.
The Immigrant Predicament: A Stranger in a Foreign Land
Some immigrants who come to the United States experience new prosperity and tremendous opportunities. For many, however, their situation gets worse before it gets better. The physical de­mands of border crossing are arduous enough, but unfortunately they are only the beginning of the difficulties that they experi­ence. While many Mexicans come to the United States looking for a better job, or at least some money to help them survive in Mexico, they often go from bad to worse, from guate-mala to guate-peor, as some say. Their struggles to survive are as difficult on the U.S. side of the border as on the Mexican side, sometimes more so.

After it is all said and done, after the immigrant has broken from family, gone through the trials of the border crossing, and worked under harsh conditions, many of them ask themselves, "Am I better off now than I was in Mexico?" "Have I really ad­vanced at all?" While they follow the ripening of the crops, many immigrants, humanly speaking, are unable to ripen themselves.63 Slowly there creeps into the immigrant's consciousness a painful realization that one is in an even more miserable condition than in Mexico.
The Immigrant Journey As A Way Of The Cross
For the immigrant, the road across the scorching temperatures of the desert is a devil's highway. In the process of leaving Mexico, crossing the border, and entering into the United States, undocu­mented Mexican immigrants experience nothing short of a walk across a border of death. Even when they do not die physically, they under go a death culturally, psychologically, socially, and emotionally. Their journey involves an economic sentencing, whereby they have to shoulder the difficult responsibilities of leaving family, home, and culture for an unknown future in the United States and the search for a job with meager wages. The Mexican immigrant experiences an agonizing movement from belonging to non  belonging, from relational connectedness to family separation, from being to non-being, from life to death. When these immigrants arrive in the United States, they are of­ten tired, burdened, and wounded. Not all Mexican immigrants experience such extremes of the immigration process, but many of them do.

As we look more closely at the lives of these immigrants and the suffering they experience, we see the many forces that affect their lives. The suffering they experience is an important starting point for a discussion about their spirituality. Spirituality pertains to the totality of life, including the social, economic, cultural, political, and economic dimensions that shape it. No serious discussion of the topic can ignore these elements that affect the lives of these im­migrants so dramatically. Any credible discussion of a Mexican immigrant spirituality must have reference to the pains and trials of their lives, as well the hopes and desires they have for a better future.
Within the particular stories of their lives, we see echoes of the universal experience of suffering. The poor often bring forth truths that are the most basic to human life. They penetrate the superfi­cialities of a cosmetic culture and reveal the naked truth of human existence. Through them we can glimpse hints of the hidden pres­ence of God who lives with them on the margins of society. These immigrants are willing to descend into the depths of hell in the desert for the people they love so that they may have better lives. Within their particular stories of hunger, thirst, estrangement, nakedness, sickness, and imprisonment we can begin to see the face of a crucified Christ (Matthew 25:31-26:2). In their suffering, the immigrants reveal the hidden mystery of Christ today.

At the same time, the life of Jesus as revealed through the Scrip­tures gives these immigrants a new way of understanding their own lives. The life, death, and resurrection of Christ are foundational to their spirituality. The naked truth of human life is also re­vealed in the person of Jesus, who also makes known the truth about God. Like Jesus, many of these immigrants sacrifice their comfort and risk their lives for the good of others (John 15:13). For these immigrants, the life of Jesus reveals the truth about God and the truth about their human experience.

The journey across the border of death is a very real way of the cross for many immigrants, and the entrance to the United States is an experience of crucifixion. Overall, this journey to the United States resembles Jesus' own journey to Jerusalem, a land of great promise but also great suffering. Economically, the undocu­mented Mexican immigrant experiences a movement from poverty in Mexico to poverty and exploitation in the United States. Politically, they experience oppression. Legally, they are accused of trespassing. Socially, they feel marginalized. Psycho­logically, they undergo intense loneliness. And spiritually, they experience the agony of separation and displacement. "That's the way it is," affirmed Carlos, "but it doesn't matter, we still have to keep going." Life in the United States is the place where many Mexican immigrants experience a contemporary Golgotha, but it is also the place where some experience the rising to a new way of life.




Bottoms Up by Cecilia Balli

Bottom’s Up
By Cecilia Balli
Texas Monthly, January 2003


He calls them his “one thousand acres of excellence” in the northeastern corner of this border city, just four miles north of Mexico. Bill Hudson has reinvented Brownsville in a way Brownsville never dared imagine itself. Using tile, stone-and stucco, the cheery blue-eyed native converted property his grandfather had purchased in 1937 into an upscale and as yet unfinished residential and retail development known as Paseo de la Resaca. There are now restaurants, shopping strips, and an events center, and when all is said and done, Brownsville will also count some two thousand new homes and a man-made waterway framed by a nine-mile hiking and biking trail. " This is six years ago." says Hudson, who looks and dresses like a Southern gentleman but is fascinated by Mexican border culture. He points at an aerial shot of a brown wasteland hanging on his conference room wall and snickers. "Nada." For Hudson, Paseo de la Resaca is more than a development: it is a symbol of what could happen all along the Texas-Mexico border if only its people were willing to think big, to dream. In his view, the biggest challenge the border region faces is not drugs or immigration or low wages but what he calls "a deficit of spiritual capital, which is reflected in a resignation to mediocrity." 

But even as Brownsville basks in this new identity, Paseo de la Resaca is not the only development in this part of town where people have come with visions of upward mobility. Rubbing against Hudson's excellent acres, in the shape of a slightly flawed parallelogram-and at a markedly different point on the economic spectrum-lies Cameron Park. This neighborhood of 4,895 residents is, according to the 2000 U.S. census, the poorest place in the country. The ranking is based on the median income per capita for communities of one thousand or more households. If the middle-American tries to make it on $21,587 a year and the middle-Texan lives on $19,617, the Cameron park resident squeaks by on just $4,103.  For most of the people who live here, this is the beginning of the American experience. “This is the starting point in Brownsville," says Father Mike Seifert, a quick-witted, highly philosophical missionary with the Marist Fathers who has worked in Cameron Park since 1996. "This is the place you land when you cross the river." 

From Paredes Line Road, the thoroughfare that  links it to the rest of the city, Cameron Park looks like  your typical working-class neighborhood on the border.  You see trees (mesquite, mostly, businesses (from tax services to tire shops), chain-fink fences and lots of life. But take a  drive downs its skinny streets, a confusing network of paved roads with names unfitting for its Mexican population--Gregory, Nannette, Jeffrey--and the poverty begins to seep into the picture. A home here and there may have six bedrooms and three baths and be worth up to $ 150,000. But next to a two-story stucco with ornate Mexican windows will sit a trailer that sags mournfully--or  maybe two, or maybe five, sometimes squeezed onto a single plot of land, sometimes spilling out useless junk.  The most interesting dwellings are the hybrids, where a wood-frame house that, been painted only on the front sprouts from a one-room mobile home. Cinder blocks, rebar, and gravel stack up on empty lots until the owner can afford all the material necessary to start a home or add on to one. Decommissioned cars decay, in front yards. On one lot a horse passes the day tied to a scraggly tree amid a tangle of brush and old tires. Children-little ones in diapers, big ones with blaring car stereos--are everywhere, and for each family that lives comfortably, there is another whose kids sleep side by side on couches and floors.

Cameron Park is a "colonia." The Spanish term refers literally to a "neighborhood" or a "settlement of homes," but along the Texas-Mexico border, it carries the stigma of fierce deprivation. Along the border it translates to rutted roads, crumbling homes, no running water. Along the border it means that the community is not incorporated, that it exists in legal limbo, really, because no government entity wants the responsibility of providing basic services. Colonias began to crop up in the sixties, when wily developers started selling plots of raw land that were cheap but had no infrastructure; no paved streets, no water and electricity hookups, no sewer lines. The lots were typically sold under contracts for deed, meaning that the buyer did not get title to the land until he made his final payment. By 2000, when critics of George W. Bush made conditions in the colonias an issue in the presidential race, the number of colonias in Texas had grown to almost 1,500.

The origins of Cameron Park date to 1964, when a thin, bespectacled man with a white mustache named Edward Dicker began selling off hundreds  of 7,200-square-loot lots for as little as $300 each. That was well before Cameron County officials passed building codes in the early seventies that required new subdivisions to provide water and sewer services. But even after the new restrictions were passed, Dicker continued to sell. In 1979 when a Mexican journalist asked him who had authorized the sales, he replied defiantly, “Me.  They're mine."

The floodgates were open. People who had crossed over the border from Mexico flocked into the neighborhood, where they squeezed into acquaintances' homes or rented trashed-out trailers while saving up to buy their own plot of land-their own little chunk of the American promise. The men took jobs as shrimpers, welders, day laborers construction workers, or housepainters. The women became maids, home health aides, or seamstresses, or they participated in the informal economy, selling blankets, jewelry, and used clothing. Cameron Park stretched out until it became a city of sorts, one that has now displaced Indian reservations and Southern rural towns as this country's most glaring illustration of economic deprivation. After the census made Cameron Park's status official, journalists arrived front Chicago, Washington, D.C., and Germany, pressing residents on what it's like "'to live in the poorest place in the nation." They cited the alarming numbers; four-fifths of the colonia's dwellings are substandard; more than a third still lack indoor plumbing.

And yet, these poverty statistics obscure the fact that Cameron Park is, in its own way, a success story, a down-and out version of Paseo de la Resaca. Like Bill Hudson's Brownsville, the Cameron Park of today looks nothing like its former incarnation. As the largest of the county's 119 colonias, it has in the past eight years demanded and secured the attention of elected officials, with some $8 million in public funds having gone into making the place a symbol of what can be done in these poor settlements of the border; paved roads, water and sewer hookups, and soon to come, even curbs, gutters, sidewalks, and streetlights. How to show in a quantitative survey that Cameron Park has a bustling community center that offers a whole slew of social services? How, to brag that there is now a Boys and Girls club, a sheriff's substation, a small health clinic, and a park? How to describe the shops lining its western boundary, which offer everything from birthday cakes and flowers to rotisserie chickens and tuxedo rentals? The signs of empowerment are everywhere. Undocumented immigrants speak of legalization the documented speak about the importance of voting, and religion has taken root in the homes, where neighbors gather weekly to related spiritual readings to their own material needs.

In other words, how to explain to demographers and statisticians and newspaper reporters that poverty is a relative thing--to rationalize why, amid the doom and the tragedy, optimism thrives?

"'This is the way Cameron Park used to be," says 56 year old Gloria Moreno, tapping her fingernail on a snapshot of mesquite and three-foot-tall weeds, which she pulls from a pile of photo albums documenting Cameron Park's progress since the seventies, "Like this, like jungle. There were snakes, there were scorpions. there were tarantulas, and at night you could hear the coyotes go like this: auuu! The worst was when it rained”, says the self-described traditional Mexican wife who metamorphosed into an unflinching activist. When it rained, the children were scolded by bus drivers for climbing on with dirty shoes and had to scrape off the mud at the school's restroom sinks before entering the classroom. When it rained, the excrement rose to the top of the latrines, where the mosquitoes hovered before buzzing around the colonia and feasting on its residents. When it rained, the neighborhood erupted into a chorus of grunting automobile engines as cars and trucks fell prey to the hidden potholes and the chewy mud, their wheels spinning pitifully until the earth gave or a motor broke. If the rain came at three in the morning, the men emerged from their homes in a frenzied rush to park their trucks on the main road outside the colonia. The next morning, the repercussions: a missing battery, slashed tires.

The activism was born of sheer frustration, In its nascent stages, it was a movement shaped by men in guayaberas with cowboy hats, residents of the colonia who were inspired to action when they began to see county officials and other politicos pop into the neighborhood to drum up political support. Maybe their voice-at least their vote-mattered beyond Cameron Park. They joined forces with Valley Interfaith. a church-based, grassroots community group that was working to raise the standard of living for residents across the Rio Grande Valley. They organized meeting, in the colonia, where the colonia  President Fidel Velasquez, diligently learned how to conduct a meeting. On the wall, they hung white paper and spelled out the rules in Spanish: We shall put our politics aside when the meeting begins; we shall maintain our concentration on the central topic: we shall not digress from the issues to discuss personal problems, But it seemed the politicians never lived up to their end of the deal. The Mexican daily newspapers, which
covered Cameron Park extensively in the seventies and eighties, speculated that county officials hoped Cameron Park would not develop into a permanent neighborhood because the Brownsville Country Club was about to be constructed not far from the colonia's western boundary.

Moreno, who moved into Cameron Park in 1977, sometimes stood near the back of the room during those meetings, soaking up the lessons about how to approach and speak in front of elected officials. But when the U.S. Department of Agriculture asked the mother of eight to begin organizing nutrition classes for the colonia's residents, she initiated another kind of activism that catered particularly to the needs of women and children. After the nutrition lessons had been imparted to her neighbors, she began working the rest of the colonia by street, which wasn't easy since them were no street signs or addresses at the time. So Moreno pulled out the map she had received when she bought her property and began tracking her progress with a black marker. When an organization that provided health care asked her to find it some clients, her method became more precise; she filed each household's paper work in separate envelopes and labeled them for future reference: "White house with red trimmings and three pines."

The huddled political meetings and street organizing began to pay off. In 1994, after residents had made frequent visits to Austin, the Texas Water Development Board and the Brownsville Public Utilities Board agreed to install water and sewer lines. Many of the homes did not meet the codes required for hookup, but state officials decided to proceed anyway. After much prodding, Cameron County began paving the streets, and Texas A&M University's Colonias Program helped build the community center. That center serves as the clearinghouse for a number of other government and nonprofit programs, which deliver their services in Spanish, with cultural modifications if necessary. The colonia's churches-Catholic, Baptist, and Pentecostal-provide another crucial spiritual and social support system. "If Gloria and I want to do something, and if we want everybody to know," Alma Rendon, the center's 54-yearold program coordinator, says, "we call the churches and everybody hears the gossip."

Social services have transformed Cameron Park, but the biggest remaining challenge here, as in all colonial along the border, is housing. Owner-built homes, which are the norm in the community, take years to complete and sometimes don't meet building codes when they are finished. The major obstacle to securing a mortgage is that the poor have a difficult time qualifying for loans because banks require some credit history. Using low-interest loans subsidized by the federal and state governments, the nonprofit Community Development Corporation of Brownsville (CDCB) has built 130 simple wood-frame and brick homes in the colonia since 1997, but this hardly makes a dent in the housing problem. Several years ago Don Currie, the executive director of the CDCB, pushed this idea: that the government loans would go further if they could be bundled with private loans from Valley banks. The CDCB has helped organize the eight-year old Rio Grande Valley Multibank, a group of lenders that has been making these loans for two years-with nearly flawless results. Unlike traditional mortgages, potential homebuyers do not have to meet rigorous credit standards; they only have to prove that they pay their bills on time and earn enough to meet their monthly payment. The banks protect their own risk by jointly maintaining a reserve fund in case anyone fails to make a monthly payment. Out of 145 mortgages the CDCB has overseen in Cameron Park, only one has been foreclosed on-and this because the borrower died and left no family to take over. "Our main point." Currie says. "was to show that you can lend these people money and they’ll pay it back.

Along with the dream of owning a home, the promise of an education is the other main source of Cameron Park's optimism. After contending for years with the question of how best to educate the colonias' children-one highly controversial proposal involved pulling them out of the regular elementary school they attended and educating than inside the neighborhood in portable classrooms (thus the conspiracy theory went, leaving more space in the regular school for the rich kids).  The Brownsville school district, in 2001, finally built them their own gleaming campus, which is staffed by a corps of teachers that is 100 percent bilingual. Despite their faith in their students' potential however, the teachers at Gallegos Elementary find themselves playing a number of roles beyond that of educator. The children have to be socialized. Some even have to be taught to use an indoor restroom, since they have never seen one. The little ones have to be encouraged to speak in complete sentences--sometimes to speak, period--because their language skills haven't been developed at home. Parents get to "shop" for used clothes that teachers donate, and principal Lucy Green has kept a bag of shoes in her office ever since she witnessed a small girl padding around the school in socks. Her shoes, the girl's teacher later explained, were too tight. "We believe that all children can learn," says Green, a bubbly native of Mexico City. "But there are days when we take a deep breath." And yet, the success stories are breathtaking. Consider the case of Gaspar Garcia: In 1991 Gaspar was a sixth grader at Vela Middle School with dark skin anal soft eyes who had fancied playing the clarinet until the realization struck that his family couldn't afford to buy him one. When he tried to tell the band director that he couldn't join the band after all, the teacher mulled over the problem for a moment and then struck a simple, unusual deal: “You stay in my class this semester, and I will give you an A.”  Secretly, he thought the child could at least begin by learning rhythms. And so, for the entire first semester, while the rest of the students made awkward sounds with their new instruments, the boy who had none sat clapping out the beats with his thick, bare hands.

Few kids from Cameron Park were in the band or other extracurricular activities in those day's. Those who did well in school learned to do so by how do keeping to themselves and focusing on their work; those who didn't harm a gang they called C. P., in deference
to their home turf. At lunchtime, the school cafeteria replicated the class segregation of their outside lives: right side, Country Club: left side, Cameron Park. Yet Gaspar persisted. and in his second semester he was able to borrow a bass clarinet from the school. Every weekday and Saturday morning's words and in the band hall, blowing notes and counting rests and fingering keys. By his first year of high school. Gaspar had made All-State Band, a rare accomplishment for a freshman. The following year-and again the next and the next he was the highest-ranked bass clarinetist Texas.

The story of Gaspar is dramatic evidence that lives in the colonias do get better, even little by little, and that when they do-and this is perhaps the biggest enigma about Cameron Park-some people insist on staying put. It would seem that Gaspar, now an extroverted, exceedingly polite 22-year-old with worlds to conquer, would be ready to leave Cameron Park behind. But the opposite is true. "I come to my senses when I come home,' he says, creasing his forehead and offering a broad smile. He has one more year of music school left at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, where all of his expenses are paid right down to his clothes and shampoo and where he still plays a borrowed instrument-this one, however, a silver-plated Selmer bass clarinet worth some $10,000. He has performed abroad and been invited to attend the world's most prestigious bass clarinet conservatory, in Rotterdam, next year, whose director-in Gaspar's exuberant words, "the greatest bass clarinetist who ever lived"-sends him postcards from his global travels: "This could be you in five years if you come with me."

But during his summers, Gaspar returns to Brownsville and rings up groceries at the 1ocal H-E-B. He admits to me that he is considering passing up the chance to attend the conservatory, because his real desire is to come back to the border to teach disadvantaged kids, to use music to impart a profound lesson he himself learned and came to believe in: that poverty is not binding, that there is an entire world beyond the rigid boundaries of Cameron Park in which you can choose your own place-even if the place you settle on is, ultimately, the same place you started. "I've been in some very fancy places to play," Gaspar says. "I can play  the part. But when I come back here, this is me. I appreciate a lot of these things. What some say is nothing, I think is a lot. I could never let go of that house we grew up in; there are so many memories. Were still them, but we have come a long way. As a family. As  a community."

Improving the standard of living in colonias is a project without end. For every person who builds a new house or just an indoor bathroom, who lands a higher paying job or celebrates a college graduation--for every person who manages to leave the tightly circumscribed world of poverty behind---another one arrives to start at the bottom. The large percentage of people who are barely getting by explains why the census numbers, despite so much progress, remain dismayingly low. Too many stories resemble that of Miriam Lopez, 37, a petite round woman with small, dark eyes, thick hair ands burning desire to see her children escape poverty A native of Tampico she followed her husband to the United States only to  have him abandon her cold in Cameron Park. She now lives with her three kids inside a room no bigger than a cozy kitchen, which is attached to the back of a handsome, two-story stucco home with neat landscaping. The owners, who are not related to her, do not charge her any rent. But even with no monthly payments beyond a small telephone bill, there is never enough money to do seemingly simple things, like buy her growing daughter a sweater when winter arrives.

Her incentive to work is this: a $50 bill at the end of the week, which is to say at the end of cleaning, cooking, washing, ironing, and baby-sitting full-time for another family. The government gives her $100 a month for her two youngest children, ages seven and ten, who are U.S. citizens. In the best-case scenario-and life never does seem to make its best case-she would earn $3,800 a year for a  a family of four. She daydreams often of returning to Mexico because she is utterly alone here,  and bursts into tears when she confesses this to me. But Miriam remains in Cameron Park because she insists that her children be bilingual and well educated. There is only one snag in her otherwise neatly conceived plan: Her eldest son--a shy, long-legged boy of four- teen who likes to watch documentaries--is undocumented and soon will come of age. "If he can't get his papers fixed, my heart is going to break in two," Miram says, choking up as we spend a muggy afternoon on rickety chairs outside her one-room shelter. It contains a gas stove, a mini-refrigerator,, a folding dining table, one set of bunk beds, a small television and an antiquated Macintosh computer she bought used so her children could learn to type.

"Because what is he going to do when he graduates and he's not legal?" she continues "Work in the yards? I don't want that." Like other undocumented  of Cameron Park, Miriam and her family live nearly invisibly, slipping out of the colonia only when necessary, because the Border Patrol is notorious for patrolling the neighborhood's fringes.

For Cameron  Park's most impoverished residents, the list of challenges does not stop with a lack of money. Family members are in jail. Teens are getting pregnant by the dozen. People are trudging around with diseases and no health insurance. Drug dealers come and go in their shiny trucks. And then there's the stuff that makes you shudder. physical and sexual abuse of wives and children. "There's a pornographic side to life in a colonia," says Father Seifert. "You have to wonder if that amount of sex abuse would be happening if people had three-or four-bedroom homes, where a thirteen-year-old could have her privacy." Though all of these social ills occur nationwide, they seem particularly urgent in the colonias, where poverty runs so deep. "The things you have to do to get out of it--go to the church to ask for help, go to the food bank--they're humiliating things for a people who come from a culture that's inherently proud," Seifert says. "It creates  an incredible amount of stress."

If Cameron Park needed reassurance  that, for all  its problems, life here will keep getting better, it came in June 2001, when Governor Rick Perry chose the community center as the  site to sign a bill that provides up to $175 mil-lion to build and improve colonia roadways and drainage along the entire border. ("How can we expect children of the border to reach for the stars,"  he recited, "when they can't even get out of their neighborhoods because the streets are flooded?") During the fell election campaign, tony Sanchez rolled  in on the Tony Express bus to deliver a bilingual campaign speech, tejano music pumping in the background.

These events testified to the effectiveness of a voter registration drive launched by Seifert and others in 1997. In the 2000 presidential election Cameron Park posted a 46 percent voter turnout.  In the most recent Democratic primary-which  in the Rio Grande Valley typically decides who will be the county's leaders-the colonia had the forth highest turnout of the county's  87 precincts. The showing is no coincidence. Since colonies are in the jurisdiction of the county, the county judge is the elected official with the most influence over their living conditions. (The incumbent, Gilberto Hinojosa, was considered a big friend of Cameron park's, so the residents did everything they could to help him get reelected.) In Cameron  Park. to vote is to establish directly the terms of your life.

The ultimate test of how far the neighbor-hood has come will be whether the City of Brownsville, which has created a doughnut hole on its map by annexing all of the land surrounding the colonia, ever decides to take it in too. It is doubtful that this will happen anytime soon. Cities annex only areas that can provide enough tax revenue to pay for services like maintaining the streets and providing police and fire protection, and Cameron Park lacks the tax base. Time and again, city officials have sniffed at the idea, but they always conclude that the cost of providing services is too high. The colonia thus remains under the care of the county, which has neither the authority nor the funds to do what a city can do. Some residents say they would  rather not pay city taxes anyway, while others point out that annexation would bring garbage collection, animal control, bus service-possibly even a post office and a fire station.


One person believes with certainty the day will come. "This will be a prime neighborhood fifty years from now, a prime neighborhood," says Bill Hudson, tapping at the parallelogram on his aerial map. "Cameron Park is gonna get better and better and better. It is not the bombed-out  burned-out permanent slum, and it's mostly because of the people.  They are decent people." While Paseo de la Resaca may provide Brownsville's vision, this colonia will continue playing the essential role of absorbing the border's-and America's-deepest poverty. As Hudson's neighbor Seifert candidly  puts it: "Thank goodness  for Cameron  Park." 

Thursday, January 14, 2016

A New Community

From Walter Brueggemann, Interpretation and Obedience, pp. 298ff

Much of the Bible is a presentation of how this new community of strangers has become a powerful force for "home-making" in the world.

These strangers now become citizens of a new community and are given more than a new beginning. They have been invited into and authorized for a new way in the world. They are not to live primarily in relation to or in antagonism against the empire, but are to transform life where they are, so that the world may become a home and other strangers may also come to be at-home.

Four dimensions of this home-making enterprise are noteworthy.

1. This new community of strangers is able to dream a different dream and hope a different hope.

People who own and manage the empire characteristically do not dream or hope. All their energy goes to maintaining the status quo. Strangers who can remember how unbearable it was in the imperial, excluding past can also anticipate how marvelous it will be in time to come. Their radical hope is not wishful thinking, but confidence that the God who initiated the transformation from outside to inside is the same God who is at work for the complete transformation of the world.

Because of this hope, the community refuses to absolutize the present. It trusts and knows that the present is open and unstable, in order that God's future may appear in the midst of the present. This community of dreamers has as a main task nurturing the dream of how this rescuing God has promised it will be. This hope-filled Israel waits for the transformation of the political process (Micah 4:1-4; Ezek. 34:25-31) and the natural process (Amos 9:11-15).

There will be a time of new covenant (Jer. 31:31-34), when all the nations shall be obedient to the purposes of Yahweh (cf. Isa. 19:23-25). This community refuses to let present realities negate the power of God's future.

2. This community of strangers is able to endorse a different ethic.

This new ethic envisions a community that includes strangers, and therefore is a bold and radical alternative. This transformed community knows that strangers will never be at home until there is an ethic other than the empire's, for the ethic of the empire always produces more strangers. In the covenant, Israel embraces a social practice that the empire regards as subversive, treasonable, and foolish:

Do not oppress a stranger. (Exod. 22:21-24; 23:9)
Do not exact interest from the poor. (Exod. 22:25-27)
On the seventh day you shall rest; that your ox and your ass may have rest, and the son of your bondmaid, and the alien, may be refreshed. (Exod. 23:12)
When you make your neighbor a loan of any sort, you shall not go into his house to fetch his pledge. . . . If he is a poor man, you shall not sleep in his pledge. (Deut. 24:10-12)
You shall not oppress a hired servant who is poor and needy. (Deut. 24:14-15)
You shall not pervert the justice due to the sojourner or to the fatherless, or take a widow's garment in pledge. (Deut. 24:17)
When you reap your harvest . . . and have forgotten a sheaf in the field, you shall not go back to get it; it shall be for the sojourner, the fatherless, and the widow; that the Lord your God may bless you in all the work of your hands. (Deut. 24:19-22)
Love the sojourner. (Deut. 10:10)

The traditions of Exodus and Deuteronomy shape the foundational ethical presuppositions of covenanted Israel. That foundational material and memory provided the basis for continued critical reflection in ancient Israel, as it is preserved in the prophets.

The prophets constitute one important way in which the distinctive claims of this community continued to be valued and taken seriously. The prophets do not simply reiterate; they reinterpret the old materials.

In the exilic community of the sixth century, after the disaster of 587 B.C.E., there was a dispute in the community of faith about inclusiveness and exclusiveness and an inclination to draw narrow norms that would exclude all those who were not holy and righteous. The exilic community was tempted to produce its own generation of unacceptable outcasts. In the face of that temptation, the material of Isaiah 56—62 provides an important alternative.

This poetic voice insists that the community be inclusive. Two texts show how this poet continued the tradition of radical inclusiveness, Isa. 56:4-8 and Isa. 58:6-7. Isaiah 56:4-8 concerns the inclusiveness of ritual practice. Rigorous norms would exclude both eunuchs and foreigners from worship, but here they are included. Isaiah 58:6-7 concerns right worship, and asserts that true worship is to bring the poor into your house, to practice social inclusiveness. This poetry remains very close to the initial radicalness of Moses and the Sinai ethic. Israel is here urged to be a community that transforms outcasts into members of the household—transforms "Hebrews" into covenanted Israelites.

3. This community of strangers is able to pray a different prayer. If one always prays in the empire according to the modes of the empire, one learns to pray docile, passive prayers of resignation. Indeed the empire sponsors ritual activity that takes the dangerous edge off
worship. These strangers now at home can still remember that they were strangers and that it was their shrill cry that evoked new social possibilities from God. The cry reported in Exod. 2:23-25 stands as a model for dangerous prayer that summons this transforming God.

Thus Israel is still able to pray with shrillness and in protest. This community is not so docile or so reduced to conformity and despair that it accepts either the empire or the god of the empire as an eternal given.

This community practices hospitality, not vengeance. How peculiar it is that though this is a community summoned away from vengeance, its prayers can still articulate hope for vengeance directly from God.

Because Israel trusts Yahweh so intensely and believes God's promises of justice so deeply, its prayers impatiently demand intervention by God. In its prayer, Israel notices if God abandons and breaks promises:
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Why art thou so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning? (Ps. 22:1)
Israel has come out of forsakenness and does not want to be forsaken again, especially not by Yahweh. Israel notices if God is indifferent and does not answer:
But I, O Lord, cry to thee;
in the morning my prayer comes before thee.
O Lord, why dost thou cast me off?
Why dost thou hide thy face from me?
(Psalm 88)

Israel notices if the neighbor maltreats:

For he did not remember to show kindness [hesed],
but pursued the poor and needy
and the brokenhearted to their death. (Ps. 109:16)

Israel expects that Yahweh will be faithful and intervene when a breakdown occurs in the home-making process because God is careless or a neighbor is ruthless. Israel is present in diligent ways to its own situation and experience. Israel is present, moreover, in abrasive prayers to be sure that this God of covenant does not sell out God's passion and become simply another lord of the empire.

The radical ethic of Israel is matched and sustained by daring prayer. As Israel expects the world to be transformed, so Israel insists that God must be present in transformative ways. Israel has no patience for prayer that is not addressed against the stranger-generating real-
ities all around.

4. This community of former strangers, so attentive to covenant, permits and credits in its midst the abrasive prophetic voice of criticism and possibility.

The presence of this voice of criticism and possibility prevents Israel from becoming simply another form of the empire, the kind at whose hands so much has been suffered. Thus Amos's abrasive strictures and Micah's shrillness, Jeremiah's desperation and Ezekiel's oddness keep insisting that there is for Israel, even royal Israel, an alternative way to be in the world. The prophets relentlessly assert that reliance upon a derelict monarchy, a sham temple religion, or the power of cynical affluence will finally end in death.

The astonishing thing about this assembly of former strangers is that they were never able to expel completely the disturbing voice of the prophetic. They understood that in the end, this voice is constitutive for a faithful community. It is this voice which keeps open the home-making prospect that would otherwise be terminated.

HOME-MAKING AS PUBLIC WORK
Israel's home-making insistence, however, is not always the voice at the margin. Israel fully believes and trusts that the very empire of estrangement can and does become a hospitable home of covenantal justice. Justice is not to be confined to the edges of society but finally will become the practice and policy of the system. Israel will not let its abrasive passion be diminished. I cite four texts about this conviction of transformation of the power of the empire (see also my discussion of Isa. 1:21-23 in chap. 12).

1. Ezekiel 34 is a text about the transformed political community. Verses 1-10 voice a stinging indictment of the ruling authorities (shepherds), who have been endlessly exploitative. There will, however, be a new intervention by God who will introduce a new public policy. God asserts:
I myself will be the shepherd of my sheep, and I will make them
lie down, says the Lord God. I will seek the lost, and I will bring
back the strayed, and I will bind up the crippled, and I will
strengthen the weak, and the fat and the strong I will watch over;
I will feed them in justice, (w. 15-16)

The new ordering will be Yahweh's own administration of covenantal compassion. But then the text continues with a more specific political intent:
And I will set up over them one shepherd, my servant David, and he shall feed them; he shall feed them and be their shepherd. And I, the Lord, will be their God, and my servant David shall be prince among them; I, the Lord, have spoken, (w. 23-24)

There will be a new governance. It will be characterized by compassion and equity. God is the guarantor of that promise, and David is the instrument of its implementation.

2. The mention of David makes an easy transition to the New Testament and the new governance sponsored by this heir of David “There is abundant evidence that Jesus' ministry was addressed precisely to those who had been excluded by the empire and die laws of holiness and righteousness. He related especially to the marginalized, who were nullified both politically and religiously '' His first announcement anticipates a new inclusion of the out casts:

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.”


Walter Brueggemann, Interpretation and Obedience