Monday, October 20, 2014

Thursday October 16, 2014

            Today was another eye opening day to what has been happening in the Borderlands.  It was an honor for us to meet and talk with people who active in the ministry of hospitality with the refugees.  We had spent some time at Calvary Baptist Church in McAllen with Pastor Julio who gave a lecture on the biblical and theological foundations for hospitality towards the non-native traveler.  Pastor Julio also talked about the frustration that they have with the misinformation that the news media reports with the humanitarian crisis on the border.  After the pastor talked, we had the fortunate experience of talking with a woman who has worked with refugees.  Unfortunately, I cannot reveal anything what this woman had told us but I was truly moved by the work she done and truly humbled by her strong faith in God.
            Later in the day, we had the privilege of talking with Ann Cass, executive director of Proyecto Azteca.  Proyecto Azteca is a nationally recognized, self-help housing organization that has huge involvement in the community and has trained and financed numerous families in constructing their own homes and some are first time home owners in the different colonias within Hidalgo County.  It was inspiring for me to see the passion that Ann has with what the organization does for low income families and helping the people help themselves to restore the respect and dignity that these people deserve.  She also gave us a presentation on the negative impact that the border fence has had which left me angry and frustrated with how our political leaders have poorly attempted to address the issue with immigration.  After the presentation, one the staff members of the organization, Raul, took on us on a tour to the colonias and saw the work that they have done for these families.
Las Colonias outside of San Jaun, texas
            Despite the frustrations that I have had, today has left me with hope that the different churches in the area have stepped up and responded to this humanitarian crisis on the border.  It is humbling to see how these communities of faith are living out the biblical message of welcoming the stranger from a foreign land and treating them as their own.

Eric Peterson



Riding back to Austin from the Borderlands gave me time to ponder over the experiences that I have had with seeing first-hand the reality of the border region.  I have seen and heard just how complex the Borderlands really is.  I have found myself going through different emotions with trying to process the chaos that is the reality of the Borderlands.  Embracing the chaos has created a mixture of frustration, anger in me throughout the duration of this trip.  I have witnessed the sad reality of how militarized the border can be.  I have been told how the causes for the heavy migration runs far deeper than the simplified explanations of the news media and opponents who fear these immigrants and refugees.

Andalzuas Park, McAllen, Texas
Pondering further on this trip has also filled me with a great deal of hope and inspiration.  I am inspired by the service and dedication that different churches have with regards to responding to the crisis on the border.  I have hope from seeing the unity of different denominations in the McAllen area working together to provide basic needs for these people, some of whom have lost almost everything.  I have hope that there is work being done to help restore dignity to people who gone through so much and truly know the meaning of exile and displacement.  I am inspired by the strong faith in God whether it is from the refugees or from the volunteers.
Sacred Heart Relief Center  
 Thinking through what I have experienced leads me to wonder…what’s next?  Where do we go from here?  I have the urge to educate myself more about the realities of the Borderlands to get a better understanding of it.  I have the urge to educate others on how complex the realities of the Borderlands really are.  So much of the biblical narrative of exile and displacement relates to what is happening in the Borderlands. There is still so much that I am still processing from this trip but having these urges is a start. There is so much still to learn about how entwined power, identity, and culture are in this region.      

Eric Peterson

Sunday, October 19, 2014


The trip to the borderlands has convinced me of the importance of first person interactions.  It makes a huge difference to SEE the reactions of people who are treated kindly.  Their smiles.  It makes a difference to hear the calm, humble demeanor of those who help.  To hear a volunteer say she does not judge our government.  It makes a difference to see militarization first hand.  To see Texas Highway Patrol cover their faces in a speed boat to protect themselves and their families from the cartels.  These are stories that need to be told.
I was also struck by the lack of anger.  I only saw anger expressed once by a leader of a non-profit who is angry at the billions (yes, I said billions) spent on the ineffectual wall.  NBC reported in June 2013 that a GAO analysis found “the cost of pedestrian fencing ranged between $400,000 and $15 million per mile with an average of $3.9 million a mile.”  The people we met are more at peace living in borderland tension than the rest of America.  I often hear people speak with prejudice about immigrants equal to what I heard about African Americans in the 60s. 
The ‘60s too was a time of change and fear.  Fear of dissolution of the world “as I know it.”  One border leader said we are guilty of “NIMBY-ism” meaning “not in my backyard”.   We were told about the wall dividing a rancher’s land.  (The wall is not built at the literal border.)  The rancher asked how he was to get his cattle to the other side for grazing.  The builders offered to build a gate with a code so he could open it.  The rancher declined saying he did not want a code for the cartel would beat him to get the code.   

The people I met living in the borderlands seemed to demonstrate the peace that surpasses understanding despite being in the midst of turmoil and struggle.  To me they appeared to be an in-breaking of the Kingdom of God.

Wenday Manuel
Now two days removed from the conclusion of our trip to the borderlands, the inevitable return to the same old daily routines is well underway. The problem, however, is that I am not the same. Although the trip was only five days, my mind and heart have been challenged and changed in substantial ways. This kind of transformation tends to happen when one leaves their familiar environment for a significantly different one, and is forced to wrestle face-to-face with issues usually discussed in theory.
Border Fence, Eagle Pass, Texas
This is most certainly the case after this past week on the Texas-Mexico border. Subjects like Immigration, smuggling, multi-million dollar fences, Latin American cartels, and undocumented families living in the United States were much easier to debate before I could associate the names and faces of individuals victimized by said issues.

Listening to some of the lobbyists, social workers, faith leaders, and other longstanding organization personnel did not simplify these issues, as much as begin the process of education, which has become most formative. Becoming more informed on these topics is of upmost importance, not only for my own political and theological formation, but also for the ability to more thoroughly engage these topics with others.

The most frequent question for the above civic leaders, from us seminarians, was: "What can we do?; What part can we play?" There a number of responses given, but at the most basic level education seemed the most common and imminent. Unsurprisingly, these community leaders expressed their frustration with how misconstrued news reports tended to be, as well as how many myths about border topics were in circulation. They were all so appreciative of the fact that we had come to experience the borderlands firsthand, and encouraged us to visit and volunteer in the future. But in the meantime, they admonished us to make the simple, practical adjustment of reeducation; for ourselves and others.
Sacred Heart Relief Center

Rather than allow misinformed arguments and conversations to continue around us, I now understand that my duty is to challenge colleagues, peers, or family members that may have wrong information. Of course, this takes wisdom, but I have seen and heard too much already to simply overlook such problematic talk. I may not possess the answers or means to solve these complex issues, but I do have a voice to represent marginalized individuals living on the border; especially those who have been deprived of their own voices.

Our Lady Of Refuge, Eagle Pass, Texas

My same, old, daily routine will continue as my semester goes forward, but my prayer is to have the courage to continue on this path of reeducation; to not neglect my responsibility to represent the victims, leaders, and overall status of the borderlands. 

Jose Ruiz
After Trip Thoughts

The travel part of the class down to the borderlands is now over. This trip was emotional in the sense that you felt so small, when confronted with the huge number of undocumented children fleeing Central America and seeking refuge here in the USA. What could you do as an individual do? Yet at the same time encouraged and shown that every little bit helps and too not get wrapped up in focusing on the huge situation before you.

You intuitively know the overwhelming situation is there yet, your focus needs to be in the present and on the task at hand. I felt encouraged since the workers we were introduced to were definitely putting Matthew 6:34 into action: “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough troubles of its own. (niv)” Showing us how to focus on the task at hand.
Sacred Heart Relief Center, McAllen, Texas
These regular volunteers were an example of “living by faith,” not knowing where the next support was coming from to help these unfortunate child refugees from Central America, or even knowing what extra special needs they might require besides the basics for a healthy life as in: a clean shower, clean change of clothes, medical attention, and a phone call to their USA contact. 
Our Lady of Refuge, Eagle Pass, Texas
These volunteers across a variety of denominations were working together by focusing on the need, and not differences in theology or tradition, to truly show the “LOVE of Christ” to anyone walking in the door, whether a volunteer, news reporter, refugee, or anyone in-between.

This is an example we can all learn from for our daily living. All too often we try to make sure we have the “t’s” crossed, and the “i’s” dotted before we step out and do something. Yet that is not the definition of “faith.” Which is what Jesus asks us to live by.


Another characteristic that these regular volunteers show us, when you get a chance to hear their stories, is that they were not looking to serve; yet when this crises happened came to their front porch the love if Jesus shown in their hearts that they had to respond. And respond they did by faith, before all was set up for them. That initial step of faith, Jesus Christ responded. 
Iglesia Luterana San Lucas, Eagle Pass, Texas
All over the Rio Grande Valley they found each other and knowing that it was better to combine their energies for the long haul then to continue to work separately. They all agree that only by Jesus Christ did they find each other, and then their love for Jesus Christ shown first, before differences, thus Jesus Christ opened more doors for them to function better. Truly here faith math came into play 1+1+ Faith > 4! 

Cliff Frederick            
Borderlands… Thoughts from Home

APTS Students on the steps of First Presbyterian Church Brownsville, TX
    We’ve been home now for not quite 48 hours from our Borderlands trip. I’m still processing all the personal testimonies that were shared and all the voiceless testimonies we witnessed. It was a beautiful week, but it was hard, unsettling and has stirred my spirit in unexpected ways. When asked today, “what was the hardest part of the trip for you?” several images made their way to the forefront of my mind. The first thought I had was of the refugees we served at that the Sacred Heart Relief Center. When we show them where the showers are, we have to take their old clothes and shoes and throw them away (Health Department regulations). They were given new clothes and shoes, but there was a clear feeling of loss on their faces. There was one woman in particular whose expression is still vivid to me. She seemed both sad and a little relieved. Each of the refugees had little to nothing that had brought with them and they had to watch us throw out some of their last remaining items from home.

   On Thursday we heard a presentation from the pastor at Calvary Baptist Church and it was based on Matthew 25 – that when we offer food, clothes, hospitality to the least of these, our brothers and sisters, we offer it to Jesus. There is a lot of good work being done along the border to help the incoming refugees. 

So much more than you or I will know. It is not publicized or media highlighted. There are many unknown heroes and angels doing everything they can with the limited resources available to receive the people coming in. But as I have meditated on this Matthew passage and reflected on my time at the border, I find I’m unsettled in my spirit. The text says that when we meet the needs of the least of these, we are meeting the needs of Jesus. 

We don’t just go to “be Jesus” to others but to “see Jesus” in others. If I were greeting Jesus in the bus station and bringing him back to the relief center, would I be ok with giving him someone else’s cast off (though laundered) underwear to wear? Would I not find the best that I have to clothe him? We in the church have a biblical call to the alien, the stranger, the least, the lost, the broken, the harassed and the helpless - to offer them a home and restore their dignity. 

When we would ask, what is their best hope, what is next best step, we were told that we were their best hope. We are the next best step. So I would ask that you seek God’s heart for the Borderlands and her people. Pray for eyes that see the face of Jesus in the “stranger” and not just someone who is “other.” Pray for us live into the call to be their hope.


 Michelle Vernone
Concluding Thoughts

I return from the U.S. - Mexico border conflicted and problematized by our trip. How should we view the border? Specifically, what should be our response to immigration? The costs are staggering: Texas spends $13 million per month to deploy the National Guard and $10 million to send the Texas Rangers to patrol the border. In Eagle Pass, Texas, the new metallic border fence cost $10 million for just two miles. The cement border wall in Hildago County alone was constructed for $12.5 million per mile. It covers 22.5 miles. Michael Chertoff, then-U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security, noted that the only thing a wall does is give people an obstacle to climb over or tunnel under. The average adult male can scale a border wall like the one in Hildago County in under 30 seconds.

Working at Sacred Heart Relief Center in McAllen, Texas, humanized the issue for me: vulnerable young men and women travel alone, or with children, for weeks from Central America (El Salvador, Honduras) and end up here, dropped off and deserted by the U.S. Border Patrol to buy bus tickets and try to get to their families across the United States. One family was on their way to Chicago, another to Maryland and Virginia. They are not looking to "take our jobs" or "drain our economy;" in fact, the jobs that most refugees end up finding are those that we Americans refuse---manual labor, food service, housekeeping.
           
Should we continue spending billions of dollars on policing and detainment? The Border Patrol Detention Centers are legendary: refugees are picked up at the border and subjected to freezing temperatures (thermostats are purposely set low), cheap mattresses lying on concrete floors, animal-type cells, subsistence-level food, and only the most basic medical attention. They arrive in McAllen exhausted and dirty, still wearing the same clothes (except their jackets, which the Border Patrol confiscates in order to keep the refugees cold) they have had on since leaving their home countries.

            Thank God that Sacred Heart's volunteers are there to meet these families at the bus station and offer them human compassion. Sacred Heart extends to refugees the basic dignity of a hot meal, a shower, and clean clothes for the next leg of their journey. Sacred Heart is, quite literally, a life saver for these innocent victims of a system designed to vilify and criminalize them.


            Faith and community organizations like Sacred Heart do not receive one penny of government aid. Those dollars go to the veritable army of State Troopers amassed at places like the river front park in McAllen. We were confronted by dozens of cruisers there clogging the roadway. One trooper, his automatic weapon in hand, sat on a bench near the river (see photo). This is a point of departure for the Texas Highway river patrols. Mexico was so close across the Rio Grande that we could hear the music and laughter of those across the shore. Within minutes, two high-powered and heavily-armed Texas Highway Patrol speed boats raced around a bend in the river and moved toward us. Our tour guide cautioned us against taking photos of the troopers' faces. Mexican drug cartels, she explained, "would like nothing more than to kill their (the troopers') wives and children." The boats stopped long enough to pick up their waiting comrade, then moved back across the Rio Grande toward Mexico (see photo).
Texas state trooper awaits his unit, holding rifle. Mexico is just across the river. 

Texas Highway Patrol boat on the Rio Grande (note guns). Mexico is on the right.
Whose view of the borderlands is accurate? The tour guide's tale of Mexican drug "demons" (her word) murdering innocent Americans, or our own experience of serving South American refugees who have been victimized by cartel and gang violence in their own countries? Should we welcome those fleeing unspeakable violence and grant them asylum? Or object them to the dehumanization of our detention centers, "holding institutes," and family prisons run by the state? Should Texas spend millions in taxpayer money to send Texas Rangers to protect our shores and arm the Texas Highway Patrol to shoot and kill on the Rio Grande? Or should we allocate those funds for comprehensive immigration reform and invest taxpayer money in covering basic human needs? I cannot answer these questions simply, for I doubt there are any straight-forward responses.

            What I do not doubt is that our current policy is not working. One would think the borderlands history (illustrated by Levario and others) would caution us against increased militarism, but the opposite is apparent. As a former congressional aide, I am torn between what I know to be necessary---i.e., that the law says undocumented immigrants are to be reported to those authorities tasked with handling them---and what I have seen. Our compassion for humanity (the "tired, poor, huddled masses yearning to breathe free") seems all but forgotten.

            Yesterday night we debriefed with Dr. Cuéllar about our trip. The borderlands, he explained, create a third space, where our Western/ American impulse to get to the "root cause" of a systemic problem (e.g., "addressing the issue" of immigration) is dissolved. Living into the conflict reality of the Borderlands is the beginning of understanding the nature of the border itself---and the nature of God.

            God, Dr. Cuéllar reminded us, is the Borderlands, a liminal and amorphous space where our traditional understandings of "right" and "wrong" do not apply. In the end, there is no one correct opinion of the border. Our tour guide's view is just as legitimate as that of a newly-arrived refugee. Rather, as a fellow student suggested, perhaps the "forced unity" that this human crisis creates between people of different backgrounds, ideas, and experiences holds the key to unlocking deeper truths about ourselves, our world, and our faith.  

Mark Horner