This excerpt from today’s Tucson Weekly Magazine, by Leo Banks.
Sometimes burreros–drug mules–show up at Sonny’s place after dropping their loads. They’ve walked 5, sometimes 10 miles, carrying 50- or 60-pound bales of marijuana on their backs, and they’re dog tired. It’s rough work, wrecking a nation.
In the old days, they’d walk back to Mexico. Now they call the Border Patrol for a ride. The agents drive them to Nogales for mug shots and a fingerprint check, and if all looks rosy–only border-busting arrests–they’re turned loose back across the line.
“The Border Patrol sees some of these guys 15 times.” Sonny shrugs. “Why would you walk back when you can get a ride?”
Twilight zone.
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More from Banks on life on the border here. [2]
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