Between Two Borders
Strangers in a strange land

I grew up in the Rio Grande Valley
A border town, a half hours drive to Mexico
That was the southern border
You’d have to drive about an hour to reach the northern border
The checkpoint, as we called it
There was a toll booth with a single border patrol agent
You would roll down your driver side window so they could ask
“U.S. citizen?”
But the sound of the snarling dogs that lurched at the passenger side of your car made it hard to focus on that simple question
The men that crossed the lane in front of you with assault rifles and armored vest made it hard to answer that simple question
That was the point
To a U.S. citizen it was easy enough to overlook
But to somebody who was trying to illegally cross a border for the second time
The sound of snarling dogs
The sight of men with rifles and armored vest
Would have to contend with the fact
That all of this was for them
Borders are inherently violent
They usually represent the point in which two parties reached a stalemate in the killing of one another.
And in the same fashion that borders are born from violence
So too are they maintained by it
So when asked
“U.S. citizen”
For the ones who’d have to force a yes
For whom the thought of possibly having to run away flashed into their minds
Of the dogs sinking their teeth into their calves or forearms and jerking their heads from side to side
Of the men unloading their rifles into them if they positioned their hands in the way that these type of men wait for with great anticipation
Said yes like they believed it
They were outsiders, the fear of violence was a burden they never stopped carrying
These thoughts passed through their mind everytime they saw the green and white border patrol vehicles
Tucked away in some dirt road watching the interstate
These thoughts crossed their mind every time one of their primos had his worksite visited by ICE and disappeared thereafter
They knew violence, the nature of their labor was itself violence
They were exploitable
Because they were deportable
So they simply said “yes” and drove on
About the Creator
Stanley Davis
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