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The sound is quiet, muffled. The only light comes from streetlights shimmering above the razor wire. Is it the Ugandan bodybuilder who came here fleeing political violence? Or the year-old El Salvadoran who often wears a Cookie Monster t-shirt? This is the cobbled-together community of El Buen Pastor — The Good Shepherd — or so migrants from around the world locked into a shelter every evening at p. These are Graves Of Valor - Salarian Gate days for the migrants of El Buen Pastor.
A series of Trump Administration immigration rule changes have effectively sealed the border to the vast majority of asylum seekers, leaving tens of thousands of migrants in limbo, and shifting responsibility for U. For migrants, El Buen Pastor is both a haven and a prison. The shelter ripples with often-unspoken bigotries, with ribbons of race and class and education in nearly every interaction. Anything to make the time pass.
This is how they spend their days. Not in the countries they fled. Not in the country where they want to be. But somewhere else, in between. The Ugandan bodybuilder wakes early, often before everyone else, and heads out into the streets of Juarez to run. Alphat runs relentlessly. People stop to stare, surprised to see a black man with ham-sized biceps and impossibly broad shoulders running through this city.
These days they come from around the world, hoping to reach the U. Mexican officials estimate there are roughly 13, of these migrants in Juarez, a city of 1. Across Mexico, there are an estimated 50, They arrived after hiking through the jungles of Panama or flying directly to Mexico City.
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They walked. Most migrants at El Buen Pastor fled political violence, authoritarian rulers or the relentless extortion of gang-controlled neighbourhoods. Some have college degrees.
Some are barely literate. Many dream of leaving behind generations of poverty. Alphat runs to escape the stifling closeness of the shelter, and to forget for a few minutes what happened back home.
A year-old competitive bodybuilder, Alphat also owned a gym and a security company that provided bodyguards. His nightmare began, he says, when he agreed to handle security for a politician who has clashed repeatedly with Yoweri Museveni, the strongman who has run Uganda for more than 30 years. Eventually, he says, he was arrested, beaten and tortured because of his opposition ties. Policemen used string to hang heavy blocks from his penis. While he was in detention, his wife and two young daughters were shot and killed by military policemen, who had warned him to drop his political client.
He sold his gym and his car and fled to Kenya. Little did he know that the Trump administration was turning away more and more asylum seekers with a vague promise to process them later. So many migrants lined up on the bridge waiting to cross that local Mexican authorities started assigning numbers, like a ticket for service at a deli, updating the number every day on Facebook. In February, the delay was a few days. When Alphat arrived on April 23, it was two months.
In July, processing had virtually stopped, and he had no idea if his asylum interview would ever happen. Mornings are the worst, when another heat-blasted day stretches out before them and the courtyard is scattered with half-asleep people blinking at the Hope And Dispair - Various - Maybe.
Plastic City . Mattresses are taken in, folding metal chairs are dragged out, clanging across the concrete. Parents snap at their children. A handful of people have jobs, many working illegally as housekeepers or construction workers, though Mexican officials have been more generous recently with work permits — recognition that the migrants are here for a while.
The workers trudge from the shelter to their bus stops through the neighbourhood of rocky hills, potholed roads and small concrete homes with barred windows. Marta Esquivel Sanchez is the moody year-old assistant who cooks most of the meals at the shelter and runs it overnight. She is both loved and feared. Her lectures are layer cakes of chastisement, the Gospels and guilt. The man who makes all this work is a retired high school math teacher with jet black hair and the thin moustache of a bygone movie star.
Juan Fierro is a year-old lapsed Catholic and recovering alcoholic who eventually found direction in the Methodist church. El Pastor is the lawgiver no drinking, no smoking, no fighting and the genial benefactor who supplies everything from food to bus fare to toilet paper. The walls are speckled with framed letters of appreciation, diplomas from workshops and photographs of him with visitors. A monitor displays feeds from more than a dozen security cameras.
Prejudices lurk just beneath the surface: Cubans are bossy, the migrants tell each other. Africans smell. Guatemalans are ignorant. In the spring, trouble appeared ready to explode when a Mexican aid organization brought a group of African migrants to the shelter.
A few weeks later, a Central American teenager hurled racial slurs at the Africans and Fierro stepped in. He called all the Latinos together and said talk like that had to stop immediately. Then he took a group of Africans out for ice cream and a drive around town. The Central Americans in particular, many from isolated villages with little exposure to the wider world, are often shocked to be living with black people.
For the most part the migrants have learned to get along. Why bother fighting in a place where everyone is sleeping on the same cheap sponge mattresses, and lining up every morning for the same off-brand corn flakes smothered in sugar?
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Plastic City . A second administration order, on July 16, effectively denied asylum to most migrants arriving at the border from that day forward, insisting they must first seek asylum in another country they had passed through. That order split the shelter into winners and losers, and punished many of those who had waited for their number to come up. Suddenly, people who had asked for asylum before July 16 — even if they had done so after arriving in the U.
But nearly everyone who tried to put in an asylum request after that date would first have to apply for asylum in Mexico or another country they had passed through. Last week, the U. Supreme Court let the July 16 order stand while it considers the case. In a celebratory tweet, acting U. In June, a union representing U.
Fierro, whose family has been on both sides of the border for generations, presumes the waiting list is designed to exhaust the migrants, to push them to the point where they simply give up and go home. The year-old boys are thin and gangly and growing fast, but El Buen Pastor can only afford two meals a day for the migrants. They stock up at grocery stores and cook in the kitchen of a nearby corner market where the owner, an ever-smiling man with a huge cowboy Hope And Dispair - Various - Maybe.
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Her father and brother were both killed by gangs, which wield immense power in much of the country. She knew who he was. Everyone did in her neighbourhood. They headed north, through Guatemala. After she ran out of money, the family slept at a gas station in southern Mexico. A widower took them in for a week.
Eventually her sister wired her a little money and she made it to Juarez. Early this summer she slipped into the U. While she was quickly deported back to Mexico, her request came days before the July 16 deadline. If she can, she gets extra milk Blote Jongens In Het Park - Paul de Leeuw / Bob de Rooy - Blote Jongens In Het Park / In The Ghetto lunch and holds onto it until dinner.
To bring them here to suffer. In the evening, when the heat is fading and no one has to hide anymore from the sun, the shelter comes alive. Scattered laughter is heard. Children run around almost frantically, playing with anything they can find: a balled-up piece of paper, a crushed water bottle stuck to the bottom of a shoe, a broken skateboard.
A year-old Nicaraguan girl sits on a bench close to her new boyfriend, a Ugandan in his 20s. The young Honduran couple stand near the toilets, heads inclined toward one another as usual. They just arrived a few weeks ago. Samrah is 45 but looks a decade younger.
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