Guns, drugs and La Barbie: Why Mexico is (also) responsible for Mexican drug cartels

In an Opinion piece published in the Christian Science Monitor on September 2, 2010, Jacob Bronsther argues that the USA is "morally responsible" for the killings, beheadings, corruption and failure of the Mexican state caused by the drug war.

"The connection is crystal clear. Mexican drug lords exist to feed the US drug market. And they get their guns through the US weapons market. We give the bad guys their money by buying their drugs; we sell them the guns that enable their continued existence; and they threaten a nation of more than 100 million people at our border."

Are we responsible for Mexico's drug problem? I think the answer to this question is way more complex than Mr Bronsther's analysis suggests. For one, he makes no mention of the widespread and deeply-rooted corruption in Mexico that plays a major role in the violence. This culture of corruption existed well before drugs.

He makes no mention of the underhanded deal made by ex-President Salinas de Gortari with Colombian drug traffickers in the early 90's - they get passage ("derecho de piso") to smuggle drugs to the gringos in return for cold cash.

He makes no mention of the demand for drugs among people living in Mexico.

He makes no mention of the role the drug supply plays in facilitating (and stimulating) demand. 

He makes no mention of Mexico's criminal justice system, where prison directors, prosecutors and comandantes are among the richest people in the nation and act as key players in the drug trade.

He makes no mention of Mexico's political system, run by political parties dependent on drug money and headed by politicians immune from criminal prosecution.

Instead, Mr Bronsther's analysis is based on a simplistic, "moral" argument that fails to consider hard-core realities.

Although it's true that American demand for drugs plays a major role in what's happening south of the border, there are other key factors completely absent from his analysis. 

In fact, Mr Bronsther's thesis could reasonably be turned on its head:

Mexican drug lords exist to feed the Mexican political elite

US drug demand is highly influenced by supply

If the Mexicans didn't get their guns from the US weapons market, they'd get them elsewhere.

The bad guys gain access to our markets in return for bribes to the Mexican authorities.

And the protection provided to drug traffickers that enables their continued existence is assured by the Mexican authorities. 

This - along with American demand for drugs - threatens a fragile young democracy of more than 100 million people at our border.

Filed under  //   crime   criminal justice   drug trafficking   Mexico   narcos  

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Dogs Dance in Durango

"Cuando se toca la música, hasta los perros bailan"

Old Mexican saying

Even the dogs dance when the music starts. It may not be in the dog's nature, but its body still sways to the beat.

Which is another way of saying that when government officials are offered compensation for favors, they take the money.

Few Mexicans think it can work any other way.

That said, appearances matter. Even in a Mexican prison, where the entire system is corrupt from top to bottom, rules are imposed and order established. 

Prison directors happen to be among the richest people living in Mexico. Extortion, bribes, drugs, contraband, fraud and constant payoffs - as well as other rich revenue streams - feed a powerful underground economy which pervades every facet of Mexican "justice". 

And it all flows to the top.

In many detention centers, drug dealers "own" the prison, administering its upkeep, paying salaries and maintaining order. This is no revelation: ask any Mexican police officer, district attorney or anyone who's been in a Mexican jail.

HOWEVER, what happened in Torreón breached all semblance of order.

Birthday killings

On July 18, 2010, 5 SUV-loads of imprisoned killers (nobody knows how many) were released from Readaptation Center #2 in Gómez Palacios, Durango. 

They crossed state lines to Coahuila and traveled to a plush suburban neighborhood of Torreón. Armed with the prison guards' sub automatic weapons, they broke down the doors of a house party and opened fire into the crowd, killing 17 people instantly and wounding 18 others. 

Just before the bloodshed started, one of them reportedly screamed: "Fuck them all!"

Smooth escape

Following the massacre, the killers drove back to Gómez Palacios - without police interference - along roads guarded by the Durango highway patrol. 

Durango comandantes already knew the killers worked for the Chapo Guzmán drug cartel. Some even knew how much they got paid. Word gets around quickly within Mexican "shadow" enforcement.

What matters is that everyone gets their turn to dance. 

Special field trips

Several days before the killing, a narco-confession appeared on YouTube that featured a Durango police officer captured by the Zetas admitting that he and fellow Durango cops collaborated openly with Chapo Guzmán.

During the confession, the frightened man tells his captors that the director of Readaptation Center #2, Margarita Rojas Rodriguéz, frequently allowed prisoners out at night on "field trips" to kill Zetas and other rival gang members.

At the end of the clip, the man's head is blown away by an AK-47 blast.

Innocent Governor

Although many Mexican states openly collaborate with drug traffickers (Chihuahua, Sinaloa, Hidalgo, Morelos, to name just a few), Durango is especially friendly to criminals.

Nearly every highway, prison, courtroom and legislative building in the state has been bought, monitored or sabotaged - to a greater or lesser extent - by organized crime.

Not coincidentally, Chapo Guzmán (the richest drug dealer in the world, according to Fortune magazine) lives a comfortable - most would say protected - life in Durango.

According to the state's highest authorities, nobody knows where he lives

Durango is PRI country, and the PRI apparatus works as follows: maintain neighborhood calm, and the "families" get to operate with state protection. 

Apparently, that's what happened when the killers crossed state lines on July 18 to assessinate birthday revelers in neighboring Coahuila.

Durango's PRI governor, Ismael Hernández Deras, later blamed the whole episode on the "corrupt feds".

Woman of the Year

Days after the killing, it was reported that Ms. Rojas, director of Readaptation Center #2, had been recently selected as Woman of the Year by Mr. Hernández, a tribute to her widely acknowledged standing as "the most accomplished and progressive female citizen" of Durango state.

Heartfelt appreciation, no doubt, by party faithful for the millions Ms. Rojas had showered on the PRI since her appointment as prison director.

Appearances matter

Despite the uproar over the killings, the PRI has remained silent. The idea of denouncing a comrade in arms at such a time would be considered blasphemy. 

Few principles are more sacred in PRI circles than closing rank in tough times.

Besides, what the governor did was what any PRI official would have done in similar circumstances. Undoubtedly with greater caution; prisoners shouldn't be simply trusted with guard's weapons and prison SUVs.

The guv could have been more circumspect. 

Partido Accion Nacional (PAN) spokesman Max Cortázar later issued a "scathing" rebuke. “The governor ought to avoid looking for people to blame outside of state government," said Mr Cortázar. "That's precisely where urgent action is most needed to guarantee the safety of Durango's families.”

After all, the facility was run by the state. 

And the reputation of the Mexican political class - not to mention the hundreds of millions in Mexican taxpayer dollars spent each year on print, radio, web and prime time TV spots to laud the government's "stupendous" record ad naseum - was at stake. 

How dare Mr. Hernández simply pass the blame?
Filed under  //   corruption   drug trafficking   Mexico   narcos   politics  

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San Judas: The Cult

In Mexico in the year 2010, San Judas Tadeo (San Juditas, as he's called by followers) is the most popular male saint in Mexico.
 
Millions of followers - more than for any besides the Guadalupe - now celebrate the patron saint of lost causes.
 
Santa Muerte
 
San Juditas, Malverde, Santa Muerte... a canon of holy figures recruited by petty thieves, prostitutes and drug dealers. 
 
The downtrodden and oppressed, the ones without hope.
 
San Judas is the wretched street urchin who vomits his guts in a dark alley, an impoverished teenage streetwalker with bad ovaries and bulging veins. 
 
San Judas is the worst it gets and yet - after you've been down - you realize that the journey wasn't for naught. 
 
The Character
 
San Judas was the man who brothered Jesus Christ, close friend and servant. 
 
Perhaps "son of god" is beyond human connection, for Christ is the Other.
 
Perhaps the Jews in their own abstract way avoided something Christians couldn't: raw embrace of the downtrodden.
 
In Mexico this intimacy is the most a saint can offer, which explains why millions of young followers arrive each month from the far corners of the country carrying sculptures of Juditas which they adorn with necklaces, stamps and flower rings. 
 
And red roses, always red roses.
 
In the church of San Hipólite in the capital, and in chapels throughout the north, the alter has been adopted by San Judas, its walls and urns flush with requests, promises and thank you notes.
 
All too human
 
On the street hope is submerged where children abandoned by addict mothers live like rats in sewers.
 
San Judas is where the government never goes. 
 
Someone who knew (like many here "know") that it's better to stare injustice in the face.
 
To see ourselves as we are: weak, greedy and unrepentant. 
 
Whether a name for religion or spiritism or whatever else you call it - Juditas is what many Mexicans feel again after all hope has been taken. 
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