Santa Muerte’s scythe has hacked our collective humanity to shreds at the U.S., Mexico border. The treatment of Honduran refugees in Tijuana is a deadly blueprint for oppression and the measure of how far we have strayed.
The people from the caravan are in a human rights crisis in Tijuana. They have been and are sleeping in the street in Tijuana. “Law enforcement” looks on as they get preyed upon by predators from Tijuana.
Here’s my piece for the OC Weekly. It’s black valentine to the journalists and photographers still there. It’s asks for a little less money-shot fixation, a little more compassion. Sometimes, journalism is used as a shield. So you won’t have to think about the babies sleeping on the ground in the cold without formula.
border closing yesterday was political theatre. The notion that a couple hundred asylum seekers with hungry, barefoot children are a national security threat is not real.
Maria Luisa Cardenas is traveling with her 15 year-old son
Javier Antonio who has Down syndrome. Gangs burnt her house, killed her 2 brothers. She left on
the day of their funeral. Javier is sick. He’s vomiting blood in the camp in
Tijuana. He isn’t getting the right medication.
