Special to The Tribune
BROWNSVILLE, Texas - Hey, don't talk about that shit. Could get you killed. Eyes and ears everywhere. They'll come get you in the middle of the night. Take you out to some vacant lot and rip your guts out. Then they'll get in their massive machine and run over your ass. Don't talk about that shit.
The Rio Grande Valley is scared.
Its thousands of residents go about their days as if living on the demarcation line of a raging drug war, as if to stay there is to avoid the killing, as if that alone can ever save them. It is a lie they live. The blood flows downriver daily, butchered bodies bloat in the weed-filled fields and then explode, like bloodied popcorn, scaring the Hell out of rabbits and snakes and scorpions and lizards. In the Valley, a once-passive shank of land on the northern banks of the Rio Grande, life is now a film frame on pause, ghosts and shadows frozen along darkened streets and alleys. The world has stopped turning here. It is as if one of those six-month nights has descended on the land, geography somewhat used to pain and suffering.
How to make sense of it?
Can a peoples merely rise with the new day's sun and walkabout as if that war across the border in neighboring Mexico is someone else's problem, as if to simply bank on three squares and call it a day? What day is this anyway? What problem?
Looked at from afar, it would seem that some would get the idea that these are captive people, prisoners of something they do not feel. Studied a bit closer, it is clear that the Valley is merely going through its paces, ignoring the obvious disarray, focusing on the little things, lamenting the lament in its own what-me-worry way.
Hundreds are being killed along the Mexican bordertowns barely miles away, blocks in the case of this falling town, hundreds added to the hundreds that came before that and the hundreds before that. The price of bullets and grenades is inconsequential. Blood will flow. Heads will roll. Moms will mourn. The sky will darken and the gravediggers will dig. There is no psychology; the brain is in tatters.
How to rationalize it all?
Some joke about it. They can't kill me, they say.Why me? What'd I do? Me? I'm just a schoolteacher, a graphics artist, a Blogger. Why should I die? Why should they come after me? I'm a nobody, a guy just doing his best, his Life Impulse. Leave me alone. Go fuck with someone else. Don't make me mad. I'm all I've got, vato.
And so they wait. They hope today is not their day. Residents living in half-fears, believing it's the other guy who'll catch a bullet in the back, thinking I'm not in that fight, gambling on the idea that the war will soon end. They've done nothing to stop it. They've done nothing to keep the battles on that side of the river. They've done nothing, nothing.
Life does go on. Life asks for no ticket to the circus. Life wants no responsibility. Life is here, and that's enough. He doesn't want to die yet. Barbacoa must be eaten on Sundays. She doesn't want to die yet. There's that fleamarket to go to, to enjoy, brats in tow. They don't want to die, not for those people over there. Fuck that.
Hey, don't talk about that shit...
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23 comments:
Ouch! Man, that's heavy. Too early in the day. But good article.
i am sad, but i agree with the writer. the Valley is like a lamb. no one is doing anything. good story.
the valley is the valley, good and bad. we fear no one. Nothing changes around here, so why worry. Damn good story.
Mr. Editor, the part about the barbacoa is right. I also agree on the fear that I feel everyday. Mexico is too close and it is at war. I hope my family is not affected. the Tribune has good articles. THank you.
I think, we can agree that Valley people are sleep most of the time. Untill they are affected, they really don't care.
Barbacoa, is too greasy for me, I rather have ham and eggs, con tortillas de arina well done.
Hey, didn't know, so many people paraded their booties in the Valley's inter-net. Good story
what happens in Mexico stays in Mexico. that is our appraoch to the crap going on over there. I keep going on. I ignore all that crapola.
yes, it's weird in the Valley but I like it like that. A little bit of danger is sexy if you know what I mean. I party hard and also work hard. they say war is Hell.
if you live and let live then you;re okay. it's when you want to be El Mas Chingon that you get into trouble. You know like TChapa wanted to be El Chingon but his children's department pants size never let him.
let that sleeping dog lie. Who cares about that fool? Isn't he from Mexico?
Mexico has no plan. The military is a joke and its president is said to be a drunk. that country is sick, man. Too bad. I always liked going there back in the day.
Interesting story. Reads like something written by someone not in the Valley. Always good to get another perspective. Have become a fan of The Trib.
Tony Chapon, is still writing about what he perceives as Harlingen Problems.
Mexico is just Mexico, to bad I can't go anymore for cabrito, like I use to, or go see a dentist.
This crazy war has affected everyone.
Everybody in the Valley knows that Eddie Lucio Jr. is for Fast Eddie himself.
I have never known, what this man has done worth speaking about. He was classified as the worst legislator by Texas Monthly sometime back.
I have a feeling he is going to lose next election.
Fast Eddie as he is been discribed, kisses a lot of Republican Ass. Some say he is Republican at heart. I know, it makes me wonder.
Saw the Eddie Lucio sidebar and agree that he is one selfish politician. He has done nothing for the Valley and a Hell of a lot for himself. Do you know he pronounces his last name Looochio when in the company of White people. Pathtic ass*@le.
Loooochio? I'd never heard that one. eddie Lucio is doing that. It is pathetic. Wowwww.
Didn't that come out when Obama came to Brownsville? Lucio was asked how his name was pronounced by Obama's people and he supposedlky said it was Looooochio. He'll be busted one of these days and would have bene if we'd had a good D.A.
Yeah, someone wrote something about that in the newspaper after word got out. Loooooochio. Pinochio is more like it. He'd better resign before the law gets him.
I was there and that is how obama pronounced Eeie's name. Looooochio. No question about it. I heard it clearly. No way Obama would have pronounced that way unless that's what he was told by our poor excuse for a state senator. He embarrasses all of us.
ANONYMOUSES:...Hmmmm. Hadn't heard that story. Loooooochio, huh? Is he claiming Italian ancestry? How did this get by the Brownsville Bloggers? I've always said one of these Brownsville boys should write Lucio's story in book form. Seems to be enough material, I'd say. But, then, it would take serious, objective work, so... - Editor
never had heard that about Eddie Lucio. Just another bad mark on his political ledger. He is really hated in town, is what I hear.
He will lose if all the blogs get on his case. Too many read the blogs. He needs to go,as well as his clone.
Lucio, luchio, or loooosio, or loooochio, or looney, but this character has to be voted out of office. He was nobody, and now he is wealthy. Selling his state position as a consultant. Es Chueco el senor ese.
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