Showing posts with label wall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wall. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Another Wall We Should be Fighting Against...
Cultural and ecological concerns about the proposed 700 mile fence across the southern border of the United States are not lost on indigenous peoples and environmental activists along the busiest route for smuggling and migration in southern Arizona.

By Russell Morse

SANTA CRUZ, Ariz.

The swath of land in southern Arizona that bleeds into the northern Mexican state of Sonora is a sprawling, largely uninhabited, desert divided by mountains and spotted with shrubs. Driving down dusty roads with a punishing sun overhead, it seems almost lifeless.

But this region is home to the Tohono O’odham Nation, a tribe of 25,000 people, who have shared the land with the road runners, mountain lions, jaguars and wolves for over 6000 years. In 1853 the US Mexico border was redrawn, effectively cutting the O’odham Nation in half.

This border itself did not present grave consequences for the tribe, however, until the late 1990s, when the US Border Patrol developed a new strategy for Border enforcement in the southwest. At that time, operations Gatekeeper in San Diego, Hold the Line in El Paso and Safeguard: Arizona in Nogales shifted enforcement to urban areas. The object was to force migrants into desolate desert regions, where they would either be deterred by the terrain or easily apprehended in open spaces. The only thing that’s changed, however, is where migrants are crossing. The narrow corridor they have been edged into goes right through the Tohono O’odham reservation.


This land is also where the proposed border fence would be built, isolating the communities of O’odham people on either side of the fence and threatening the animals and vegetation of the biologically diverse Sky Island region. Tribal members and environmentalists there are not concerned with the politicized issue of undocumented immigration to the United States. Their concern is the preservation of the culture and habitat that have flourished here for thousands of years and now face decimation by the construction of a wall.


Every October, O’odham tribal members make a pilgrimage from the US side of their land to Magdalena, Sonora in Mexico side as part of their annual St Francis festival. The procession is part of a larger event, with music, food and dancing and is their largest tribal festival. Increased border enforcement in the past twenty years has restricted this movement, but they still made the annual procession. Until this year.

On October second, the electrical lines to an O’odham community in Mexico were cut, leaving them without power. A tribal member decided to drive to the US side to get some generators so the celebration could go on as planned. As he was driving, his truck was shot at.

The man’s sister, Ofelia Rivas, along with most tribal members, is convinced that the cut lines and the shooting are related, perpetrated by drug smugglers who have set up operations on O’odham land and are trying to intimidate the residents.

Ofelia is a tribal elder and she has watched the impact that increased border security has had on her people’s land. Aside from the aggression from smugglers, she’s had to endure harassment by Border Patrol officers restricting movement on traditional routes. “One of the main things is that we are impacted by the immigration policies and we’re not immigrants,” she says. “We have to carry documents to prove who we are.”

Ofelia tells a story of one Border Patrol encounter that turned into terror for her and her family. She was with her daughter and grandson, driving home from an all night dance when they were pulled over. “Right away they said 'Get out, get out' because I’m in the back seat and I’m brown skinned and I don’t talk English too well, you know.” She asked why she had to get out of the car and the agent asked whether she was a US citizen or a Mexican citizen. She answered, “I’m an O’odham don’t you know you’re on my land? You should have some respect.”

At this point, Ofelia recalls, the officer got angry, unclipped his pistol and put it to her head, demanding that she say whether she is a Mexican or a US citizen. He said if she didn’t answer, he would handcuff her and have her deported. “I said where are you gonna deport me to? Mexico is my territory. My father’s community is there. O’odham community is there.” Ofelia shakes her head. “By then my daughter is crying, my grandson is crying and I can’t cry because I’m really angry but I’m very much afraid.”

Read on
here.


Friday, May 18, 2007

Senators Strike Immigration Deal

The "Deal" Offers:
  • New renewable four-year Z visa to be created for illegal immigrants allowing employment. After renewal, worker may be eligible for green card
  • Temporary worker program to allow 400,000 workers three renewable two-year visas but require them to go home before they can return each time. Their time in the US would earn points towards permanent status
  • Stiffer penalties
  • Tighter border security
  • Merit-based system to gauge skills of future immigrants

Saturday, March 10, 2007

All Along the Watchtower

...Palestinian kids play, while crooks and racists justify their imprisonment.


The song holds true in Apartheid Israel. Bob Dylan wrote this wonderful song, with Jimmy Hendrix, Pearl Jam and Dave Mathews Band doing some amazing covers.

Enjoy the lyrics, enjoy reality- because outside "in the distance a wildcat did growl, two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl."


All Along the Watchtower


"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,

"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,

"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.



It speaks wonders to the situation in Israel. During this time of Dylan's life he faced being cheated out of what was his- "Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth" the same way Zionist settlers usurp Palestinian lands and Israeli soldiers tear apart Palestinian farms. "None of them along the line know what any of it is worth" speaks to how the systematic destruction of the Palestinian people has not destroyed or swayed their deep seated desire to return to their homes and have a nation of their own all the while only marginalizing and creating hatred and resentment and fueling the fires of violence among the next generation of children.


Its not what the Palestinian teach their kids, its rather what the Israeli's teach all Palestinian generations- ethnic superiority- Israeli peace over Palestinian justice, Israeli sovereignty over Palestinian ability to have a functioning future independent state and Israeli future over that of Palestinian past, present and future.