Thread: Tijuana River drifters haunt border fence's shadow

Posted on Tue, Oct. 14, 2008
Tijuana River drifters haunt border fence's shadow
BY DAN KEANE

The United States is just across the yellow stripe painted down the concrete bed of the dry Tijuana River.
North of the line, Border Patrol agents in shiny white pickups keep permanent vigil. South of the line, the riverbed's lost souls pass restless nights in the glare of stadium lights guarding the American Dream.

Cutting right through the U.S.-Mexico border fence, Tijuana's main drainage canal collects a rogues' gallery of deportees and drifters, smugglers and junkies cast out from the other side.

Most are illegal immigrants sent back to Mexico after serving time up north, deemed ''criminal aliens'' by U.S. law -- a group including busboys picked up for one drunken misdemeanor and hardened criminals released after years in prison.

''Almost all of us are here because they threw us out over there,'' says Juan Saucedo, 29, sharing a bag of dry Coco Krispies cereal with some other river dwellers. His nickname here is ''Zacatecas,'' after the central Mexican state he left at 14 for Long Beach, Calif.

Deported seven years ago, he washes car windshields at stoplights and earns just enough to keep heroin withdrawal at bay. Sometimes he picks up a little more from smugglers who pay him to distract the Border Patrol while their clients climb over.

Sweeps by Tijuana city police have thinned the crowd lately, but a few dozen people shuffle through the river's concrete no-man's-land on any given night. The recently arrived clutch creased deportation orders. Old-timers bum smokes and grumble about the local cops.

And cut-rate migrant smugglers sell anyone a chance -- but no guarantee -- to rejoin the lovers, kids and jobs they left on the other side.

''Many of these individuals have significant ties in the community and that always provides a powerful pull,'' says Virginia Kice, spokeswoman for Immigration and Customs Enforcement's Los Angeles region, from whose county jails many of the riverbed regulars have been deported.

``They may have family here -- or if they're involved in ongoing criminal activity, that's going to be a potential enticement as well.''

The magnetic pull from south to north is sometimes strong enough to spark violence.

Last month, Border Patrol agents clashed with a group throwing rocks at them over the fence, a common diversion orchestrated by smugglers. Most were dispersed with pepper spray. One man refused to run, so an agent drew his rifle and shot him in the behind.

The man was briefly hospitalized. The agent -- a 10-year veteran -- was reassigned to administrative duties pending an investigation. And life in the wall's shadow continues as before.

Just a week after the shooting, Zacatecas is one of half a dozen men hanging around a spot where the raised riverbank provides a wide view of San Diego just beyond the fence: an outlet mall, a Jack in the Box, a Salvation Army depot.

Someone starts telling dirty jokes. Others shout sarcastic greetings through a grated window in the border wall, trying to engage a Border Patrol agent watching from a jeep parked just feet away on the U.S. side.

The loudest laughs come from Carlos, a restless 23-year-old deported from Los Angeles two months ago with a big tattoo on his back of La Santisima Muerte, or ''Holy Death,'' a sort of Mexican anti-saint that looks like the Grim Reaper.

Suddenly the jokes cut out and all heads snap toward a hitch in the wall just east of the river. A woman just climbed over, the whisper comes. A waiting car suddenly speeds from a parking lot on the U.S. side, whisking her away into the night.

''Wait, so she crossed over there?'' a reporter asks, pointing to a nearby carport that casts an impenetrable shadow on the Mexican side of the wall, creating a rare blindspot for would-be crossers.

But pointing is bad form here. Border Patrol cameras watch every move, and the smugglers don't want to give their tricks away.

''You just cost me a hundred bucks,'' says a grinning Carlos, who asked that his last name not be used to avoid any further trouble with U.S. immigration.

He can afford to joke tonight: Now that his client is safely away, he admits he made US$200 for coordinating the woman's crossing, diversion and all.

Carlos ambles back down the yellow line to the other bank of the canal, away from the cameras, and fishes a crumpled joint from his pocket.

A steady breeze blows the marijuana smoke behind him, back into Mexico. With the night's crossing done, the only sounds are crickets and the whoosh of traffic on a Tijuana freeway just south of the river.

Carlos smiles wide as he exhales. ``All that's missing is a damn guitar.''



http://www.miamiherald.com/news/america ... 26327.html

'Many of these individuals have significant ties in the community and that always provides a powerful pull,'' says Virginia Kice, spokeswoman for Immigration and Customs Enforcement's Los Angeles region, from whose county jails many of the riverbed regulars have been deported."


Many of these individuals have STRONGER TIES TO MEXICO, THEY WERE BORN IN MEXICO, ARE NOT US CITIZENS, HAVE NO LEGAL RIGHT TO BE IN THE US, SHOULD BE GIVEN MEXICAN TAXPAYER DOLLARS FOR THEIR NEEDS AND NOT US TAX DOLLARS.

GO HOME!!!!