“You think its easy for me being here, instead of being in my home? I don’t want to die now. I want to live longer. And that’s why I’m here.”
“I will build a great, great wall.”
While Trump rants that Mexico has brought gangs, drug traffickers and cartels into the US, he has failed to acknowledge that the majority of those who cross the border are not, in fact, Mexican. They are from Central America, and are currently in the wake of their own refugee crisis, which a “beautiful, southern border wall” will do nothing to change.
New to Mexico City, a friend asked if I would like to work in a shelter dedicated to housing men fleeing from gang violence in Central America. Standing outside the shelter for the first time, a buzzer on an anonymous looking tin door gave way to a block of stairs. Tentatively, I took them, while trying to stifle visions of a room, in which people sat in troubled silence, running through my head.
Faces of Tochan
At the top of the stairs lay a scene of people rummaging around a kitchen preparing lunch. A pan containing sizzling chicken spat oil, tortilla after tortilla was stacked within whicker baskets, still steaming from being taken off the grill, as two giant bottles of Coca Cola were ceremonially laid upon the table. People were laughing, shouting and sweating as whole chillies, limes and salt were placed alongside knives and forks. The meal contained so much salt, that a silent thought echoed through my mind:
That scene, of a cramped kitchen full of bustling and shouting bodies, was my first impression of Casa Tochan. Already, it had completely contradicted my notion of refugees and migrants sitting slumped in the shadows together. Instead, the shelter felt like a home, and the men seemed more like a family. Everybody had a role to play; whether it was frying, laying the table, or applying copious amounts of salt to food.
“This is how you would kill a small child.”
One boy, whose name I later learned was Emiliano, sat in the corner behind an old Windows computer, frantically alternating between two buttons while shouting, “Pinches Zombies!” – fucking zombies. He was not sad, nor depressed, he was waiting for his lunch.Another man with thick grey hair, a wiry moustache and a pair of glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose, sat chain smoking in the garden, crafting small wooden ornaments. He introduced himself, then silently went back to his crafting, much more interested in what he was doing with his hands than in anything else. Soon I met Joseph, a permanent volunteer at the house, who was locked in the centre’s office watching Waking the Dead. José António, a 17-year-old refugee from Honduras, sat keenly by his side, howling and gasping at the screen.
A safe haven from gang violence
Central America’s Northern Triangle (Guatemala, Honduras and El Salvador) currently ranks as one of the most violent regions outside a war zone. Data collected by La Pensa states that citizens of the Northern Triangle pay more than $651 million annually to gangs that otherwise threaten violence and death.
In 2016 alone, more than 408,000 apprehensions were made at the US border, while an estimated 400,000 migrants are estimated to currently be in transit from Guatemala to Mexico. While each person at Tochan had a unique story as to why they initially decided to migrate, every story shared the same premise: gang violence.One resident, José, from El Salvador, explained told me:
“See I had a business in my country, and they [the gangs] wanted me to pay them every two weeks. I had to pay otherwise they would kill me. They gave me 24 hours to pay five thousand dollars. In 24 hours where am I gonna get that money? So I left my county, got to Guatamala, and then to Tapachula, Mexico.”Leonel, 21, from El Salvador, was also living at the shelter. One day he spoke of how he ended up in Tochan, explaining that at the age of 14, he had watched his dad being murdered by gang members. His father had been the only person looking after him and his brothers. Now, the same gangs were searching for him for witnessing the murder.
Once safely in the US, he worked without papers on a ranch for two weeks until the owner reported him to migration officials to avoid paying his wages. Leonel was deported to Mexico, where he has spent three years trying to acquire legal papers. He continues to be rejected, with the government insisting that he needs more evidence to prove his claims are legitimate. This makes it impossible for him to find any form of real employment.
With no other choice, Leonel travelled to the US, taking “La Bestia” (The Beast); a train used for cargo that passes through Mexico. He said the journey was so difficult that he would cry because he couldn’t bear the cold or how much his feet hurt.
He knows that if he returns to El Salvador, he will be killed. But making a meaningful life in Mexico continues to prove impossible.
“I want to return to El Salvador and live there, but I just can’t because of the mareros.”
When I commented on how strong he was through everything, he simply said: “Well yeah, truthfully, one has to be.”
Holding onto aspirations
Despite what they have been through, the residents of Tochan continue to hold onto their personal aspirations. Amid the extreme violence in their homeland and the hostility of Mexico’s economy – where the most prosperous job available was dish washing – many still dream of starting small businesses, making music or, in some cases, simply living a life without violence.
Ender is a trained chef. He successfully opened and ran a restaurant in El Salvador before being forced to migrate due to hate crimes and attempted murder against him because of his sexuality. When he appeared before a judge, he was told he had to leave his home and change his ways.Upon arrival in Mexico, Ender was retained in a detention centre for seven months. He was eventually permitted to leave because of health complications which required an operation. He said that the worst part about the centre had been the lack of care they put into the food.
Now in Tochan, he described his current ambitions:
“Achieve shelter and start again. Reopen a restaurant here in Mexico. Introduce Salvadoran cuisine. Salvadoran cuisine is among the best in Latin America, so I want to make it known here in Mexico.”
Regardless of his talents and ambitions, without legal papers, Ender is confined to living in shelters and making small amounts of money from part-time jobs, unable to move forward with life in Mexico.
Although Tochan is a place where people take pleasure in activities such as football or cooking, it has also become a place where people sit out their days with little to do, wondering what comes next.
Unable to find work, some men sleep all day, preferring to be asleep than to face the uncertainty of their present situations.“You think it’s easy for me being here, instead of being in my home?” José said.
Trump promises that by building a wall and deporting millions, America’s economy can be fixed, unemployment levels will lower, and violence will subside. However, the US already uses the entirety of Mexico as its own wall – by tightening migration control within Mexico and on its southern border to try and stop the flow of migration. Yet still, hundreds of thousands of people continue to make the journey to the US, regardless of the risk.
“If I was at home, I wouldn’t have a job because people put a gun to your head and tell you, ‘If you don’t find me this money…’ They kill you. I don’t want to die now. I want to live longer. And that’s why I’m here.”
A wall on the border won’t change the desperation that drives people to migrate; all we are set to see is more violence and hate crimes.