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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book "But What Can I Do?" This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

Journey For Justice Dec 14th, Day 14: Ajo and "The Barn"

We are warmly welcomed once again at “The Barn” just outside the main drag thru the small town of Ajo. And once again we are well fed, this time not only with salads, soups, fajitas but homemade DESERTS! YEAH!

I’m shocked to realize that this little barn is where refugees were sheltered while they healed from their arduous , dangerous journey that almost cost them their lives.

And where hero humanitarian Scott Warren was accused of harboring two undocumented individuals, breaking the law by giving them food and water, providing medical care, and by not turning them in to border patrol.

When I read about Scott’s case I thought the shelter he was providing was in so desolate, remote, isolated part of the desert and not within feet of neighbors and a small town.

He was finally aquitted but he never should have been arrested, charged, and prosecuted in the first place.

I was hoping he was going to be here tonight but no such good fortune. We did meet other volunteers and humanitarian aid workers – a very special evening.

We end the night with gazing into flames and lifting our eyes to the incredible desert sky!

Journey For Justice Dec 14th, Day 14: Sasabe to Ajo

We leave Sasabe, touched by the hope, courage, and commitment of Casa de la Esperanza and all her participants and filled with good food roiling around with such shameful facts.

We're off to Ajo where we will spend the night at "The Barn" and once again get fed. We have informed the folks there that several of us have come down with covid, in case they want to cancel, but they're having their own bout of covid so we are still welcomed.

When we enter the small town of Ajo, we have to pull over to take in the murals painted all along the sides of the community center building.

Three O'odham nations are here in the local vacinity and these are their murals.

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Journey For Justice Dec 14th, Day 14: Sasabe and Casa de la Esperanza

Sasabe is another one of those don't-blink-or-you'll-miss it kinda towns. Less than 50 people live here. El Sásabe, Mexico is the border town.

We are warmly greeted by an amazing womon organizer, border justice advocate, and incredibly brave pillar of this community, Dora.

Dora tells us she has lived here her whole life and never in the past 40 years of her adulthood has she seen anything like what has been happening in the past few years since the building of the border ‘wall’.

She told us there are 21 miles of ‘wall’ here with 23 ‘gaps’ – where the builders left openings for refugees to attempt to make it through. Those openings are in the most dangerous, most isolated and desolate, most remote parts of this desert.

This means they’ve been seeing a huge increase in the number of people dying.

In addition, since the beginning of construction and now a continuous presence, there are huge trucks carrying water, spraying it on the dirt roads on either side of the ‘wall’ at least twice a day – to keep the dust down but to also look for footprints.

How immoral is this, spreading water onto dirt while people in town have no water and others are dying the painful death of dehydration.

Coinciding with the construction of the ‘wall’, border patrol or ICE or law enforcement began dumping up to 1000 deported refugees every single day at this tiny border crossing, totally overwhelming the small city of El Sasabe.

Dora got in gear, organized and went to the media. She says NPR picked up the story and then the NYT and other media outlets. Now border patrol only dumps 150 people per day at the most, often groups of children under 10 years old.

But the u.s.ofa. border vigilantes were so pissed 1000+ people were no longer being expelled here from the u.s., they embarked on a campaign to out Dora especially on social media, written and tv media, posting her picture, name, home address and invited violence against her – and her comadres.

This threat did and does not stop her. In addition to going to the media and politicians, Dora and her comadres opened Casa de la Esperanza, a sweet, tiny building maybe just 100 feet inside the border wall. There they see migrants who have been walking thru the desert for 10 days, with blisters on their feet bleeding through socks, if they have, and shoes if they’re not barefoot.

There they also feed people. We are fed another fabulous meal prepared for us by the womyn who staff and volunteer at Casa de la Esperanza. They now have a weekly womyn’s circle there and classes where they share skills, stories, books, troubles and triumphs.

They also invite womyn to embroider together here weekly, which also provides a small income for them, and a place to talk if they want.

The volunteers take daily trips into the desert to try to find migrants, bringing medical assistance, water to rehydrate, splints for sprained ankles.

They have to go in a team of two so when they find people, one person can stay and attend to the refugee needs, the other can go back to where there is cell service to notify border patrol. When they are picked up, hopefully they will be given the chance to apply for asylum.

There is no public transportation here if they need more help. She guesses that only half of those who try have a chance of survival, let alone making it to file an asylum claim. She says there is a constant presence of helicopters – the kind that love to try to scatter groups of people so they won’t get across the border, increasing their chances of death because they are terrified and run and hide, then cannot reconnect with the others.

Dora tells us of yet another dreadful, horrific, heart-breaking, defeating thing. They cannot help children and womyn who are being trafficked – actually they cannot help them escape. They can help provide medical assistance, food, respid but they cannot even encourage them to escape or even offer alternatives.

Organized crime owns these children and womyn. And allow Casa de la Esperanza – and the volunteers, staff, and participants – to survive and continue their work.

Lastly we meet the one and only paid staff member of the Sierra Club that is working on the border – which I find also find so difficult to comprehend. How can an organization that is dedicated to the protection of Mother Earth not have a million people down here trying to prevent this irreversible destruction to Mother Earth called the border ‘wall’? How?

Journey For Justice Dec 14h, Day 14: Sasabe and the 21 mile with 23 'gaps' Wall

21 miles of border 'wall' with 23 gaps in that wall positioned in the most unforgiving terrain possible - intentionally directing refugees to the most difficult crossings, directing them to places they probably won't survive in.

Our cruel country

And less we forget the giant fuckin trucks that spread water over the ground so dust doesn't spread and so the footprints of refugees will appear while the people in El Sasabe and refugees alike have no water.

Journey For Justice Dec 14th, Day 14: Nogales to Sasabe

We leave early this morning and travel along the fucking border 'wall'. It is visible almost all the time, even in the tall mountains where caverns have been dynamited, splitting the mountain in two. It is clear, the dark brown snake as we forge ahead along side this monster.