Post Christmas

This posting is long overdue. I want to update you on my return to the US.
I DID go to Guatemala, making it as far as the Ruins in Copan, Honduras. I was surprised at how much I loved traveling alone. Being alone gave me so much flexibility and I took full advantage of that. I was usually on a bus before sunrise and was in bed before 9pm!

Guatemala is beautiful. I had been there with Rita Steinhagen in 1992 and had enjoyed it so much. I returned to Chichicastenango, a city with beautiful tapestry and handiworks. Rita and I had both loved it before and I felt like she was with me this time too. I think I even stayed in the same hotel that we had stayed in together!

I returned to Minnesota in September. I was looking for something similar to what I was doing in Mexico but didn’t have much hope for that. Imagine my surprise when, within two days, three people suggested I check out Casa Guadalupana, a house of hospitality for immigrants in West St Paul. Casa Guadalupana is a ministry serving Hispanic women and families who are homeless, in crisis, or temporarily unable to meet their most basic human needs. The house has recently been relocated to the former rectory of St Matthew’s parish on St. Paul’s west side. Casa’s residential hospitality is operating in a more limited way than normal because of some remodeling and refurbishing needs of the 100+ year old rectory. So, at this time I am able to be a handi(wo)man; painting, hammering and cleaning, and involving others in these projects. It feels like I’m doing a hobby full time!
















CASA GUADALUPANA, my new home.





ON MY KNEES IN THE NITTY GRITTY!








This ministry has everything I was looking for; a chance to live and work with Hispanic immigrants, do outreach into the community, and use my health care skills. I think I will be challenged this year to speak a little more about immigration issues. I am pushing myself to do so, remembering Olga Sanchez’ (Founder and Director of the Albergue Jesus el Buen Pastor) comment that she doesn’t like speaking to reporters but if that’s what it takes to bring attention to the needs of people in migration and to change what is happening, she will do so. Olga was an inspiration to me in Mexico and continues to challenge and motivate me here in Minnesota.






OUR LADY OF GUADALUPE FEAST DAY
























With Guests of the House coming home from Christmas eve midnight mass.

For a visual demonstration of the climate contrast, here we are freezing in Minnesota, then scroll back up to see us on the beach in Mexico!

I want to leave you all with a post Christmas Poem by Howard Thurman.

When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with theirflock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost, To heal the broken,To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner, To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among others, To make music in the heart.

May we all continue to live Christmas throughout the year.
Blessings in 2009
Lillian

Making plans to return to US

I am returning to the US in Sept. for my nephew/Godson Jeremy Kelsch´s marriage to Britta. I wouldn´t miss their wedding for the world. When I go back it will be to stay. I bought my tickets with just enough time to make it to the wedding but then Linda told me that our community is having our first leadership selections process Sept 12 with Province Assembly that same weekend........and it´s the weekend for our second Saturday group (a group of friends that have been getting together monthly for over 10 years.) I can´t miss out on all of that so will have to change my tickets.

As I´m thinking about leaving, I realize that time is flying. I am now wanting to see all kinds of places that I wasn´t motivated to act on before. There is a US based organization in Eastern Guatemala where they make prosthesis for people with amputations. I learned of the place before I came down here but it seemed so far away from Tapachula. Now I´m thinking it is much closer than if I went from the US! So, this week I will be traveling across Guatemala to see ROMP in Zacapa, Guatemala. It is near the Honduras border so I also plan to see the Ruins in Copan, Honduras. I am looking forward to the adventure of traveling alone. I did a trial run last Sunday, crossing the border, talking with the money changers, immigrations officials and taking every form of transportation (Greyhound style bus, school bus, van and the back of a pickup!) It was exciting and got me wanting to really do this trip. One last blast!

Dunya Cope, a volunteer from Annunciation House in El Paso, is coming August 27 for a few days. Traveling with her will give me a chance to go to the shelter in Arriaga again and say my good byes there. Fr Heyman, the parish priest in Arriaga said he could take us to the next shelter on the immigrants route also. I would have loved to have followed the whole route of the immigrants across Mx......but, that will have to wait for another day :)

I am so looking forward to being home again and so NOT looking forward to leaving here. I am trying to think of ways that I can say goodbye and express my appreciation. I´m working with the idea of making a photo album for Olga and Jordan--I´ve been staying with them and it is Olga´s shelter. For the folks at the shelter I don´t know. Maybe a photo of myself with each one of them. Possibly my last day with them I´ll get a video and popcorn. They like to watch videos but the range of interests is BROAD----from Rambo style to romatic telenovelas.........so, I don´t know if I´ll go very far with that.

Take care all, I´ll try to send fotos when I get back from Guatemala
Blessings
Lillian

Learning a lot in Mexico

I have really been enjoying my time at the shelter, especially this last month. I am learning SOOOO much. Let me tell you all about it!



We have two different guests who have recently had bad fractures needing surgery. The hospital has had difficulty getting the orthopaedic materials they needed for their surgeries. Liz waited 22 days before they operated on her fractured ankle. Pedro is still waiting. It’s been a month. My learning experience with these two is I’ve been the contact person with the hospital. They don’t use phones here much. Every transaction is face to face. So, I went to the hospital “the first thing in the morning” (8:00am) as told, and ended up waiting until 10:00 for the director of nurses to come in. She was my contact person for the materials. Finally after 3 weeks of checking every couple of days, the materials came.

When I found out the materials were in on a Thursday evening, I told Pedro not to eat anything after midnight because for sure they would operate the next morning. Woops, it’s not quite so simple. I had to get the surgery scheduled. That meant I was again to go to the hospital “the first thing in the morning” to talk with Dr. Suarez, the director of surgery. He was in at 8:00. But, he sent me to the director of nursing…….who again didn’t show up until 10:00. When I talked to her, she sent me back to Dr Suarez, who by that time was gone! Finally he came back and asked me which Dr. was going to operate. I had no idea but the name on the medical summary said Dr. Cruz. However, Cruz was on vacation. Finally Dr. Suarez told me to leave my papers with him and come back Monday morning.
When I came back Monday morning Dr. Suarez wasn’t in yet. When he did come in, he hadn’t done anything with it. So, I went with him to find another orthopaedic surgeon, who then sent me to medical records to get Pedro’s chart. After some manoeuvring, I got it and returned. I waited while he reviewed the chart and again we needed to return to Dr. Suarez………who again was gone and we had to wait again. Finally, with the 2 Drs. together, we were ready to schedule surgery------but the anaesthesiologist is out on vacation!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, surgery is now scheduled for Tuesday morning. Pray that it actually happens!!!


(Picture above is Pedro washing his leg the day before surgery is scheduled. He said he´d appreciate your prayers.)



Another learning for me is working with social agencies here. We have 3 older men who should be able to get a type of social security pension every month and I want get that for them. My very first step is to find out how to get some type of identification for old men who have no ID or families. So far I’ve been to 5 places and it LOOKS like the last place might be able to help me get IDs for them. I need to go back Monday. I want to know VERY clearly what is going to be required so I don’t bring these guys to an office and then be told it isn’t the right office or I don’t have the right paperwork in hand. Once I have their IDs, I’ll begin to look for how they can register for the social security pension. By now I’m not under the illusion that it will be simple!!!
I’ve also been having fun working with shelter guests learning crafts. We made 100 Guatemalan dolls that we put on little bags for cell phones. Liz, the woman who waited for her surgery, is also teaching us how to make piñatas. We certainly won’t get rich quick on our crafts but it’s been fun learning and working together. The first picture here is a picture of us …….wheelchairs, crutches and canes, in front of our shelter showing off the piñatas we´re learning to make. Today was Ramon´s 69th birthday so he is holding his “Sponge Bob” piñata.





Maintenance in the shelter is also teaching me a lot. I bet I now know more about wells, bombas (the pump to draw water out of the well), bathroom fixtures, Mexican home sewer systems and remodelling cement and block rooms than most of my friends! There are so many things that need to be done and could be done with about $10. However, the $10 isn’t there. So, I’ve been helping out. It looks like if I put in about $10 a day that is enough to keep someone busy on the little repairs. They’ve already fixed leaky faucets, the well pump and tubing, and replaced a sink that fell off the wall, broke, and had been propped up for a long time. (See photo of Wilson putting up the sink and Anita, Donar, Francisco, Regino, and Cesar opening up the sewer line to unplug it.)

I’m even learning to cut hair! (I only dare that if I know the person doesn’t have access to a mirror!) We have a 98 yr old man who was brought to the shelter by the Red Cross. They found him on the beach and think he was there 2 or 3 days. He smelled of Ketoacidosis-----someone starving. After working with him a couple of days he is much improved. I cut his hair so he no longer has dreadlocks!

Well, this has been my fun and learning since I’ve been working more consistently in the shelter and I’m loving it. I don´t enjoy just sitting and talking, but these activities allow me to visit and spend time with the guests while we are busy about some activity together. They also seem to be enjoying it as much as I.

I´m missing big stuff with my family this week. Mike and Erica got married on Friday before they move to Hawaii with new jobs and the extended family got together for our annual family reunion weekend at Dead Colt Creek. I´m sorry I missed it but I felt like I was included in part as all the emails were flying around with who is bringing what. Now I´m waiting for the pictures!

Blessings on all.

Lillian

An overdue update

It has been HOT here since I arrived Jan 22 -- and these rainy days it´s even a little less hot so I have a hard time imagining a ND/MN summer. Every once in a while I think I´m missing a whole summer of camping, biking and lakes. I asked my brother, Mike, to send pictures of the farm. He has sent pictures of the farm and fields. It helps orient me to the season. A couple of the pictures are of wheat that is already headed out and turning color and another one has a deer barely visible jumping through the corn. I can´t believe it.

I´ve been busy here but haven´t quite gotten my act together to get it on the blog. I’ve been here five months and up to this time have pretty much been following orders and chauffeuring for the shelter. We now have someone else who is a designated driver so that frees me up. Recently Olga’s son was hospitalized and had been transferred to Mexico City. (I´m sure she and her family would appreciate any prayerful support.) She needs to give her full attention to her son so asked me to take charge of the Albergue. She said “take it and make decisions as if it were your own place. Don’t ask me about anything, just do it.” I´ve liked the increased confidence she has in me and the increased responsibilities. I´m also enjoying being in the shelter with the guests more.

A week ago I came down with salmenolosis. Miserable! I´m making a slow come back. I was just starting back half days after being out for 3 days.....then I got a call that the driver came down with the same thing I had had. He came to pick me up at the shelter. When I went out to the pick up to leave with him, he was already in the back seat slumped over. It hits like a ton of bricks. You are fine one minute and within 15 minutes you have absolutely NO energy. You just want to fall down. When I fell into bed, I wanted to just keep falling. I couldn’t go down far enough. It hits every system—head to toe. My second day in bed I got a home visit from the Dr. I woke up and he was in my room! I had refused to take antibiotics, thinking this was just a bug that would pass. He got me on an antibiotic and also gave me something for parasites. In a couple of days I should be good as new again. For now I am moving slowly (that is hard to do ). If I move fast or do any physical labor, I am totally out of energy and get an immediate headache that leaves soon after I sit down. I´m taking a nap every day.

This morning we got up at 4am to go to Cacahuatan, a little town up in the hills. The others were selling used clothes, beans, rice and pasta. I was mostly the driver and took a couple of naps while we were there for 6 hrs. I also walked around the market place and took lots of pictures. People really don’t like their pictures taken. I always ask permission, but it seems that many are afraid--"why does this woman want to take my picture?" I have been told that people are fearful of kidnapping and suspect someone with a camera. I have a couple of nice ones from the market place. One in particular that I like is a woman with flowers. There was another beautiful woman with a bunch of alcatraz flowers, (the kind in the Diego Rivera paintings) but she wouldn’t let me take her picture. I´ll just have to keep that one in my head as a memory.




Woman selling vegetables in the market place.










Woman selling flowers just outside of the mercado.




More flower sellers.














Man selling "macho" bananas.... they are usually served boiled or fried.

This woman is also beautiful with her alcatraz flowers.












I just got a web site address for the shelter where I´ve helped out in Arriaga. It´s great. It´s in English, Spanish and German. It really does a nice job of telling about the situation of the migrants in Southern Mexico. Check it out.
http://www.migrantearriaga.org.mx/index_english.html



Sorry I´ve been so long in posting or writing much. I´ll try to do better!


Blessings


Lillian

Room at the Table

I’m back from El Paso for almost 2 weeks now. I enjoyed my time in El Paso so much that I was a little nervous about how I’d feel coming back here. I was pleasantly surprised to find myself so happy to be back. I feel as happy as I did when I first came down here, but, in addition, I am familiar with the culture, people, work, etc. so I’m more comfortable.

We are entering into the rainy season so the temperatures have dropped to a (for me) comfortable range! Even though I said I returned more familiar with things here, I am NOT familiar with what happens when it rains. It was raining heavy through Sunday night and continued on Monday morning. My normal pattern is to load the pickup truck at 7:30am with everything to sell at the hospital then take Lili, Doris´ little girl, to kindergarten and on the way back pick up Esmeralda to sell things at the hospital. So, Monday morning I got up and, in the rain, put all of the things that we sell into the truck. I was waiting for Lili, when someone else got up and said, “It’s raining.” This, I learned, means everything stops. Lili didn’t have school and we don’t sell at the hospital. Streets are covered with water and you don’t know where or how deep any of the potholes are. It’s treated similar to a ND blizzard day.

This is hurricane season but they tell me that we are protected from hurricanes by our location. We are surrounded by the ocean on one side and two mountain peaks. If a hurricane comes from the Atlantic, it is stopped by the mountains before it gets here. If it comes from the Pacific, as it moves toward shore, the outer edges of the hurricane hit the mountains and it gets pushed away. That’s a relief to me.

I haven´t written much recently. I think it’s because things aren’t as new to me. Because it’s daily to me, it doesn’t seem like anyone else would be interested in what has become common and ordinary. I was thinking about what to write when I sat down to breakfast. When I looked at the table, I thought “No one back home would think this is common everyday breakfast!” We had Iguana in Mole sauce (Yes, that is Iguana!!!), frijoles (beans), huevos (eggs), guazontle (an herb) dipped in an egg batter and fried, boiled hierba mora (something that looks like spinach), tamales de bola (corn tamales with chicken), chanfaina and cecina (as far as I could understand one of those is beef organ meat), corn tortillas and café con leche and azucar (coffee with milk and sugar). We always have plenty of food. I like to try new things, but I can rarely eat a little of everything that is served.

One of my favourite times of the day is meal time. Our table very much reflects the life of this family. We sit around and share fun and laughter, memories, teasing, serious conversation and planning. There is often a mini lecture on life—purpose, lessons learned, etc.

There is always room for more at the table. In fact, there are six chairs at the table but it is rare that only six people eat a meal (even though only four of us live in this house). Around the corner is a stack of plastic stools that we are always pulling out to offer. Priests, friends, family, and visitors from other countries are often dropping in unannounced. They tell me of one meal where they dished up the food with two sandwiches on each plate. As they sat down to the table, the door opened. (The door is never locked and many people are so at home they come in without knocking.) Six new people arrived to eat. Just like that they grabbed a sandwich off of each of the plates to serve. Then more people showed up, so they cut each of the sandwiches in half. They always have a way to find room and food at the table for all.

What a wonderful world it would be if the whole world could learn and live this lesson!

Blessings
Lillian

Sitting at the breakfast table: Mario, Doris, Olga, Jordan and me.

Voice of the Voiceless Solidarity Dinner in El Paso

This is the stage for the Voice of the Voiceless Solidarity Dinner.




This is Emma Molina (on the Left) and the Ministerio who were recognized for feeding, clothing and sheltering Christ in the poor Immigrant.

My Friends Fr. Arturo Bañuelas and Ruben Garcia













I’m in El Paso for my (kind of) home visit. It’s great being back in the US where I am in my first language and first culture. It all seems so easy! I’m taking 2 weeks at “home”. The first week my sister Jeanette was here. It was so fun just being around her. The second week I’m reconnecting with friends in El Paso. I’m going out to eat with friends for almost every meal. It’s so great to have this kind of time with them.

I came to El Paso for our Annunciation House Board of Directors meeting and our annual Voice of the Voiceless Solidarity Dinner. Coming to El Paso for the board meetings and the Voice of the Voiceless dinner is always a shot in the arm for me. I am so impressed with and inspired by the people who are so committed to the work of justice for immigrants. This year our recipient of the Voice of the Voiceless award was Fr. Roy Bourgeois, Maryknoll, who is the founder of the School of the Americas watch dedicated to closing down the School of the Americas. The program introduction for Fr. Roy said, “In today’s climate of severe hostility toward immigrants, the prominence of enforcement-only immigration policies, and an increasingly militarized border, we hold Fr. Roy Bourgeois as a powerful example of the tradition of witness, hospitality and justice to which the guests of our houses have called us.”

We also honored three local groups and individuals who have demonstrated tremendous courage in witnessing to the Gospel mandate to feed the hungry, clothe the naked and shelter the homeless, even at personal risk. Before this weekend I had always considered feeding the hungry, clothing the naked and sheltering the homeless to be pretty basic and couldn’t fathom that doing so could ever carry any personal risk in this country. I want to share with you what happened here in El Paso on February 5, 2008 that scares the heck out of me.

A group from San Antonio Padua church was recognized. Every Tuesday a group of parishioners gathers to distribute food baskets to the poor, struggling to feed their families. They call themselves Minsterio Asistencia Social Y Espiritual. On any given Tuesday they respond to the needs of 40 to 60 families. On Tuesday, February 5th, while distributing the food baskets, a woman in her early forties walked in and asked for help. She was a Salvadoran woman and she told them that she had just crossed the border at 2am that morning. She knew no one in El Paso and had no place to stay. Her clothes were still damp and she had eaten nothing since the previous afternoon. The church parishioners welcomed her, gave her a change of dry clothing, and invited her to share a meal with them. They also called Annunciation House and were told that we would be happy to provide her with hospitality.
At about 1pm, two of the parishioners offered to give the woman a ride to Annunciation House. As the driver turned onto the street for Annunciation House, she realized that she was being followed, and as they approached Annunciation House, the parishioner’s car was blocked off both in front and in back by two unmarked pick-up trucks. Men exited the trucks, approached the parishioner’s car, and identified themselves as immigration agents. They then asked the two parishioners for their drivers’ licenses and demanded that the woman from El Salvador get out, saying “we know you are illegal, get out of the car!” She was handcuffed, taken into custody, and placed in detention. She is now applying for political asylum.
One agent went back to the truck to run a background check on the parishioners, and as he returned their licenses to them, warned them that what they were doing was illegal. When the obviously nervous parishioners asked if they were in trouble, the agent responded that he had spoken to his supervisor, who said that although he understood that the parishioners were trying to help someone, they needed to understand that their actions were illegal. The agents then allowed them to leave with a warning not to do what they had done again.

The Ministerio, was recognized for their witness to what it means to be a person of faith. On accepting the recognition Emma Molina said “No vamos a parar!” (“We’re not going to stop!”) She got a standing ovation for that one!!!

It seems so clear that we can’t just sit back and let someone tell us that we can’t carry out the mandates of the gospel. Of course I wouldn’t obey a law that goes against the gospel. Then in the program we were given scenarios that make me realize that every one of us DOES have to choose to follow the gospel or bow to unjust immigration policies. Here are a few examples that were read:
· I am a social worker and I am committed to working to improve the lives of disadvantaged groups in my community. However, a new state law is asking me to deny services to any individual who does not have a social security number, and the undocumented are among the most marginalized of the groups with whom I work.
· I am a member of a church that provides sandwiches to the hungry in my community. Recently a discussion has come up about who we should serve. In particular, dropping off food in certain areas of town inhabited mostly by immigrants is raising suspicion. Many of my fellow parishioners are concerned about the potential legal consequences of aiding immigrants in any way.
· I used to hire a woman to clean my house and care for my three small children. I never asked her if she had papers, but I knew that she badly needed a job. I was happy to help her out. I recently found out that she is undocumented, and I think I will have to let her go. The penalties for employing people without documentation are stiff enough that I can’t run the risk of being caught employing her.

Wow, this hits close to home. We have discussions about our legal liability as a board of directors for Annunciation House where we provide food and shelter for homeless undocumented immigrants. After the Voice of the Voiceless Solidarity dinner, I am making a conscious choice to follow the gospel, regardless of what our laws say. I pray that I can hold that conviction very clearly if or when I am ever in a position that challenges me and calls me to make a choice.

(kind of) HOME VISIT

This is Manuel´s wheel chair set in front of our little store that he manages. He was hurt by the train 2 years ago and only recently has begun to be able to use his legs. Since I´ve been here he has progressed from being able to balance standing to last week the Dr said he should no longer use the wheel chair. It´s now time for the walker only. We just got the parallel bars finished in time for him to really work on his exercises. He is so motivated. Thanks for donations from many of you. These parallel bars have been needed for a long time. They are being used by the abuelos (elderly men) and young ones alike.



Here Manuel is doing his deep knee bends and high leg lifts.

Donar, who has bilateral amputations, sews in the sewing shop. They help support the shelter with the things they sew. He made me a beautiful skirt.

The last foto is of Olga. I´ve been wanting to get a photo of her that shows her like I always see her. This captures her with her great smile and enjoying the people she is helping. She has wild dreams for people who are sick or injured and knows how to work to make them come true.

The guy with the cap used to live at the shelter. He has a below the knee prosthesis. Alma, the seamstress has bilateral amputations......all from the train.

I´m making a kind of home visit in May! I´ll be going to the Annunciation House board of Directors meeting and our annual Voice of the Voiceless dinner. This year the recipient of the Voice of the Voiceless Award is Roy Bourgeois. I´m looking forward to meeting him and hearing him speak at the dinner. I plan to be there May 10-26.

An extra special treat for me is that my sister Jeanette will be coming down the week before the meeting just for a visit. We will be talking English, watching movies in English and eating ice cream!!! I can´t wait!

Many people have asked how they could get donations to me. It looks like this will be possible now in a relay type activity. Katy Brandes, a Saint Joseph worker, will be coming to El Paso and we´ll meet there. She is willing to bring supplies down from the Twin Cities. This is her response to my request.

"I would love to bring some supplies down for you. You can have people send them to me or Suzanne (Herder at the Administration Center) by Wednesday, May 14th. If people want to contact me to coordinate a drop off, they can call me at 612.418.2190. Glad to be of assistance."

Suzanne´s phone number at work is 651-696-2762.

As far as the supplies, I´d recommend that people don´t go out and buy supplies, but donate things that you already have. If you want to donate more than that, sending a monitary donation is easier to pack and I could buy the supplies in Tapachula. (Refer to the "things we could use" on the right hand side of the blog.)

While I´m in El Paso I hope to sell coffee to benefit the shelter. We sew cloth bags with our "Jesus el Buen Pastor" stamp and go straight to the ejido (communal farm) to buy the coffee fresh. If anyone has suggestions for where I might be able to sell them in El Paso, I´m open for suggestions.

Looking forward to seeing many of you in El Paso.

Blessings

Lillian

Arriaga and more train stories

Lining up for dinner.
This young guy in blue reminded me so much of my nephew Tyler. He was one of so many kids 15-17 years old in Arriaga this month. We had 44 people
register in one day. In addition to them, people had missed the last 2
trains so there were about 150 people staying at the shelter while I was there. The well went dry....and to add insult to injury, the next night robbers stole the copper pipes, so even if we bought a tank of water, we had no way to pipe it to where it was needed. Luckily that happened the same night that everyone left on the train.












The 2 guys below (in the center) are brothers, Oscar and Felix (no joke). They´ve both lived in the US and were deported. Felix was a cook in NY and likes NY. Oscar has been a cook in a chain restaurant in many states, including MN. He prefers California.
I tried the train (but only dared this while the train was stopped!) It was scary! I had been close to trains in the past, but to actually climb up on it was something else. It´s huge. The wheels are huge and powerful. The ladders start at about chest height. One of the women in our Tapachula shelter had her legs cut off when she grabbed the ladder and her legs swung under the train and she fell. As I tried to climb up the train when it wasn´t moving, I could see how easily that could happen.













I had the good fortune to be at the shelter at the same time as Edineo, a journalist from Minneapolis. He shared his fotos and stories with me. In this photo he is with a woman and her 2 kids who also rode the train. He told me about a woman who had carried her baby all night to get to the train. When she got on the train with her baby she fell asleep. When she woke up, the baby was gone. She must have dropped him while she was sleeping! They haven´t been able to find the baby. I can´t imagine what that woman is going through.



Edineo rode the train with the migrants and took pictures all along the way. He happened to be there at the time the army and immigration stopped the train for an "Operativo". This is one of the pictures he took that shows a soldier grabbing a woman as the rest were fleeing. I have other pictures that show them beating the migrants with clubs. Edineo was there and talked about it and other people who were beaten told me about it. There are also accusations of 2 women who were raped by the authorities. Edineo said what was so distressing to him was how the authorities seemed to be enjoying it. They were beating the people then standing around in groups laughing together as if they were a bunch of guys out hunting.

After talking about what the immigrants go through, it´s hard to switch gears, but I´m going to do it anyway!

I realize that I still keep thinking of myself as young because I am one of the youngest in my community. In Arriaga I was reminded many times that the rest of the world doesn´t see me as young as my community does. I have been called ¨Jefa¨ (boss lady--a respectful title for a woman of some stature.) I was asked by the woman who is standing beside me on the picture of the train above if I wouldn´t take her to the US and claim her as my daughter (to me she doesn´t look much younger than me!) The wildest one was being called "Abuelita" (Little Grandmother!) by one of the guys. ---All of these terms were said with respect and affection. They have no idea how shocking it is to hear myself being called "Abuelita!"

Today I was at the Dr with a man who is deaf. He lives in the mountains and is very poor. He reads everything he can find. They say he knows the bible inside out and backwards and is an expert on vatican II. When we were at the Dr I wrote him a note. He had some old reading glasses that were all dirty and scratched up. He was holding the note as far away as his arms could reach and said he needed a new pair of glasses but they were too expensive. I handed over a pair that Kris had given me. He read with them and had a great smile on his face. He said he could read very well with them. I said ¨keep them¨ he responded "You will go straight to heaven, sandals and all!" I have a couple of other pairs of glasses here so not to worry about me. (Sorry to say, I´m not generous enough to give away my only pair!!!) They will be put to great use--------giving a deaf man a way to communicate with the world is a wonderful feeling. He can´t hear but he´ll be able to read the words.
Blessings
Lillian

New Prosthesis

Juan getting his new prosthesis fitted





Juan selling pop, water and candy in front of the hospital






Pictures we took just before he went in to get his prosthesis fitted.








I´d like to share one experience from this week with you.
Juan is a young man in our shelter who just turned 20 last week. He’s a very likeable farm boy. He can rope and ride and drive a tractor and truck—or at least he used to.

When he was 17 years old he left home in Honduras to try to go to the US. His parents were very poor and he wanted to help them. He was riding on top of the freight train when someone from a gang pushed him off. The train cut off part of his foot and his leg was severely fractured. Mexican Immigration picked him up, sent him to a hospital in Guatemala where he received initial care, then he was sent on to a hospital in Honduras where he spent 5 months. The leg never did heal.

One night when his Father was coming home from work Juan heard him call out. He said he was slow because he had to get his crutches and couldn’t move very fast. As he got out the door, he saw some guys shoot his father and take the $10 he had in his pocket. Juan said it was payday and he’s sure they were watching him to rob him.

Juan had heard about our shelter and came here last October looking for help. He had an amputation, all went well, and this week he got his prosthesis. The hospital here did the surgery at no cost to him. All medicines (including anesthesia) and the prosthesis were covered by Olga. The prosthetist does his work at a discount for Olga. When he gave the prosthetic leg to Juan, he asked if he couldn’t take him to church to give thanks to God. Apparently the prosthetist and his family were in a very severe accident recently and he promised God that the next person from the shelter that he made a prosthesis for, he would bring to church to give thanks.

Juan is with tears of gratitude and anxious to be able to go back to see his mother with his new leg.

Holy week at Albergue Jesus el Buen Pastor

Washing of the feet. This is one of the men I do therapy with.













Holy Thursday mass in our chapel at the shelter.


This young woman is from Honduras. She came to us because she has paralysis in her hand for no known reason. The Dr is suspecting a brain tumor or hematoma (bleed). We´ll be getting testing done this week.
The man behind her had polio as a kid. It twisted and paralysed his legs. He rigged up this three wheel bike with pedals at the handle bars. He pedals it with his hands. He takes it out every day and sells from it. He used to live with his mother, but when she died he had no one else so now lives at the shelter.


This Salvadoreño (black shirt in photo below) had a stroke in NY. He couldn´t talk or remember anything so lost contact with his family and was living on the streets and in shelters there for 3 years. I can´t make out what´s going on right now. He says he has a son and daughter in NY but can´t remember the names of their towns. So, he´s lost from them again. I´ve gone through every scrap of paper he has and am looking for any leads on the internet. So far the most helpful has been a business card from a Taxi. I was able to track down the city where he says his daughter lives. Now I have to try to get a little closer!
















The guy with the cross and colorful shirt is recouperating from an abdominal surgery. He was coming home and got robbed. They beat him so badly he had internal injuries and needed surgery.















The guy with the blue rag on his head had his legs amputated by the train. I really like him. He´s got a family in Honduras but they are in a real mountainous area so he can´t live there with his wheel chair. The guy pushing his chair had his fingers amputated when someone attacked him with a machete. He just built a room that we are going to use for a bakery. I´m asking him to make the parallel bars for my therapy room.
















Just more photos of the Stations of the cross.
















Happy Easter and Holy season to you all
Lillian

fotos added to an earlier entry

I just want to let you know that I added some fotos to the February 27 entry
Lillian

Migrants´stations of the cross/VIA CRUZES

Living room watching TV at the shelter

Typical feet after walking 5 days

Jumping the train

Front of the shelter

Dining room at the shelter

I’ve been contemplating the struggles of the people I see here. I wonder why they leave their countries when they know before hand what a struggle they will face on the journey.
Why they leave:
This is what I’ve heard from Salvadoreños. They leave for economic reasons and fleeing mafia type control. The money in El Salvador changed from the Colon to the US dollar in about 2004. Immediately people went from being able to buy food to their money being nearly worthless. A worker receives $35 for 7 days of work. A hamburger at McDonalds in El Salvador costs $7. (More than a full day’s salary.)
I talked with one young man to ask what difference he sees from before the war in El Salvador to now, after the war. He said everything used to be very strict. If you did any little thing wrong, the police or army would kill you. Now he says it’s just the opposite. Everything is controlled by gangs like the Salvatrucha. If you try to open a little store or shop, the Salvatrucha (Gangs /mafia) come by soon after opening to tell you what your “rent” will be. It’s usually something like $500/month. If you don’t pay, they kill you. If you find that you are unable to make a go of your shop, you still have to continue paying the “rent”. If you don’t, they come to your home and kill you. AND, if anyone buys your home they need to pay or the Salvatrucha will come to the house and kill them! He said there are some very nice homes in El Salvador that are empty because the people had to flee.

This is what I hear from Hondureños. They also flee for economic reasons. They all say the pay is a pittance but if they could just get their little home, they could stay and make it. However, most of them rent. Consistently people tell me that on payday the landlord is at their house waiting for them to come home from work to collect the rent. After paying the rent they don’t have enough to feed their families for the rest of the month.
One man told me today that his little boy needs an operation. He can’t afford the surgery so he asked God to please give him just 2 months in the US to make enough money to pay for the surgery.

From Guatemaltecos—again economic reasons. They tell me they want a better life for their kids. One young man has a son, Junior, who is “5 years, 4 months and 19 days” old! (Counting the days tells me he was REALLY missing his son!) He said ¨I want him to be able to go to college.¨ He’s trying to make it North alone and later a Coyote (someone who is paid to help people get into the US) will bring his wife. Their “Junior” will be staying with his grandparents. The young man said they can make as much in one month in the US as they make in 8 months in Guatemala. The parents hope to work one or two years and then return to Guatemala. The young man is sitting here now trying to decide if he will continue the journey. He knows he’s risking his life on this journey and is wondering if it’s worth the gamble.
I don’t have any stories of Nicaraguenses but there are a LOT moving through this house this week. They are also primarily economic refugees.

The Journey through Mexico:
In this shelter we register everyone who comes through. (There have been 1600 men and 139 women so far this year.) One of our questions is “Did you have any problems in your journey up to this point?” About 2/3 of them report some sort of assault. Everyone has to pass through many check points on the road. The checkpoints are immigration, local police, federal police, military, and customs. These checkpoints are along all of the roads all the way up through Mexico. About half of the problems people have come from these authorities. They are made to pay bribes. People have been kidnapped, raped and beaten at these checkpoints. They are also sent back to their countries or sent to immigration detention. In order to avoid these problems people walk around the checkpoints. However, walking around the checkpoints doesn’t give them any more security.
There are awful things that happen as they try to avoid the checkpoints. People are held up with guns, knives, machetes. Friday was particularly hard. Young man after young man came into the office to sign in. Each one had been grabbed in la Arrozera--one place were people leave the road to go around a check point. They were taken at gun point to a shack, made to strip, and then they were let go--naked. One group saw a young couple being taken into the shack as they were being let go. They waited 3 hours and the couple was never released. The next young man said that he was taken to the shack but they were raping 4 young women so they just let him go. One woman arrived here with a cut on her face from a machete that she got while trying to resist rape. They raped her and another woman in front of her husband and the rest of the group (all naked) that was traveling together.
I just want to bawl.
Carlos from our shelter called the police to ask them to do something. They said ¨Oh, we´re dong an operativo (maneuver) there right now.¨ I heard him say into the phone ¨that´s a lie. I was just there with a reporter and a priest and there is no operativo going on there¨. (He had just come from there. Said he was scared the whole time.)
It’s so maddening to see this repeated over and over again and the authorities don’t do anything about it. When I said something about that, I was told that those rapes, assaults and robberies couldn’t continue without the approval of the authorities. The authorities are being paid to let the assaults continue. Worse, often times the assaults are done by men with haircuts just like the authorities, dressed in the same clothes as the authorities, and using the same kinds of guns that the authorities have. (It must be what they do for their second job!) Carlos said the US is giving Mexico $500 million this year to stop Central Americans from getting into the US.

When migrants leave here to hop the train, their problems increase. They have all the dangers of falling off the train or being brushed off by tree branches and losing limbs or their lives. One 47 yr old woman was going to jump the train 3 days ago. She tripped in a hole near the tracks and broke her leg in 3 places. We took her to the hospital by taxi. There they said she needs surgery with nails and a plate. We couldn’t cover that cost and she certainly couldn’t pay for it. So, we made an arrangement for someone to send her by ambulance to Tapachula. Olga will find a way to cover the costs in Tapachula.
There are gangs on the train who also rob and, if they don’t get what they want, they throw people off the train. They also kidnap. There used to be about 10-20 kidnappings a month. Now there are over 100 people at a time, daily. They kidnap the migrants and call their families, demanding money or they will kill the person. Whether they get the ransom or not, they will still often kill the migrant.
We have one couple here who said they were on the train when the military stopped it. People were pulled off the train and beaten. They used tear gas and rubber bullets. Bones were broken. They threw them all in cells and many hours later someone started coming around giving pain shots. Until then people were screaming in pain.
Others have told me that when the authorities stop the train, people start running to escape. They said they go after the women. If the officer is chasing a man and sees a woman, he stops chasing the man and goes after the woman. One woman said the officer told her she had to pay. She didn’t have any money so he said “then you’ll pay with your body!” Another woman fell and thought she broke her leg. When the officer came up to her she said her leg was broken. He said “we’ll see about that”. And took her leg and broke the other bone too!
This morning the train was FULL of people. It looked like a thousand. There were pregnant women and some little kids. You’d think they must be crazy for doing that. They’ve all heard the same stories I’ve heard. This just tells me how desperate they are to get to el Norte (the North).
This is what I’ve learned about the Migrants Way of the Cross/Via Cruzes in Southern Mexico. I’m assuming the rest of the journey through Mexico is similar to this. When they hit the Northern border they have other problems with crossing. Many of you know the next stations of the cross that the migrants pass through in the US….Minutemen, immigration, living in hiding and all the abuses that invites, lack of health care, finding work, being picked up while driving or at work and deported. So, I’ll leave the rest of the stations for you to fill in.

People ask what they can do to change this. I ask myself the same question every day. It feels like I’m putting band aids on a scratch on the left arm while the right arm has been cut off and the person is bleeding to death. All I can think of is to ask you to keep praying and talking to Congresspersons to pass comprehensive immigration legislation that is not focused on enforcement and building walls but provides for immigrant protections, a pathway to citizenship and reunification of families. It won’t change what people go through on the journey, but at least when they get there, they don’t have to continue suffering.

Lillian