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Friday, July 4, 2014

The Ranch of Horror

Borderland Beat: By Ignacio Carvajal for Expediente
Santa Muerte Hell
“Can you take us to the graves at El Diamante, please?” somebody asks an official from Tres Valles township. Until that question, the bureaucrat had been welcoming, good-humored even; but on hearing where they wanted to go, his face reddened. He looked around from place to place. His chin trembled. He did go there, but reluctantly and at the first opportunity he fled – full throttle, ignoring speed bumps, puddles, and potholes.

The entrance to El Diamante is the opening to Eden. At the end of the meadow on this ranch, once the property of the late Fernando Cano Cano, first mayor of Tres Valles, trees are laden with fruit, a fish farm to one side. Pastures spring up at the corners to the property. A river runs through it.

It’s a golden dream for any farmer. But for the thirty-one people who were murdered and buried here, it’s where they went from paradise to hell.

After three months, last Monday night Navy personnel finally acknowledged it as a burial site. Nobody could have imagined that, under leafy trees on one side of a ravine hid horror: death, suffering, and shame half-covered by soil.

A smell hovers over the site. Green flies swarm around rotting flesh, crawling with maggots. There are thirteen holes. From each one they have exhumed two or three people. The investigators left a short time ago. They worked with nothing. Help came from soldiers stationed in Xalapa and Veracruz.

One person who was there, and whose identity is being protected, says that the investigating agents couldn’t cope. After hours of digging and removing rotten flesh, exhaustion overwhelmed them.  Officers from the Veracruz Investigations Division (AVI) had to lend a hand, putting their firearms to one side to pull on rope to extract the dead. “The exhumed bodies were tied up. It was complicated because they didn’t have hands or feet. Sometimes we had to help.”

“We tired from pulling up so many bodies. There was this moment when we had to shovel and blood and rotting stuff came out,” the official said.

OFFERINGS TO "LA FLACA" (skinny woman)

Dirty dishes. Leftover food. Smelly mats. Damp towels. Pirated CDs. Dirty clothes scattered all over. Medicine. A shrine to the Santa Muerte. Black candles. The Seven Powers of  Santería.  A toilet overflowing with crap. It’s the inside of the house located on the rise of the El Diamante ranch. In this place, about two kilometers from the police station and town hall of Tres Valles, twenty-four men and seven women were murdered. How was it possible to massacre so many people so near to the police station?

Until a few days ago the inhabitants were a group of hit-men. They enteres the ranch through a breach that runs from the city, along railway tracks, through groves of trees and a red clay trail.

Inside the building, what causes most fear is the image of the Santa Muerte.  It’s clearly a copy of Michelangelo’s Pietà, with Christ lying at the feet of the skinny woman.

The thirty-centimeter image is mounted on a box with a twenty-liter capacity. Around it are more than a dozen candles of the Seven Powers of Santería: Obatalá, Elegguá, Oggún, Orunlá, Yemayá, and Ochún.

More candles are placed inside the dwelling. They could be more than forty, or thirty-one. Perhaps the same number of victims buried in the clandestine cemetery.

Still inside, one finds chile, tomatoes, a frying pan filled with potatoes and sausage and on a chair, a saucepan filled with potatoes. They were about to eat. At present, the scant unofficial information provided by military sources doesn’t mention detainees, pointing to a timely escape.

The mats – from the National System for Overall Family Development (DIF) – stand out, strewn all over. It’s a mess left behind by officials who didn’t pay attention to a single detail: dozens of keys left behind beside the well – keys to houses, cars, drawers, and boxes. Keys that once belonged to the people dragged here and murdered. 


El Diamante is a watchtower: from its rise there’s a view of Tres Valles, and on the other side a meadow sown with fine, nourishing pasture. A sonorous ravine nearby snakes below the ranch, shaded by fruit trees. Police reports call it an “abandoned ranch.” But its infrastructure looks in good shape.

In the town they confirm that it belonged to the late Fernando Cano Cano, a member of the Party of Institutional Revolution (PRI) and the first mayor of Tres Valles. Nobody can say how a group of murderers and death fanatics took over the ranch.

The difference between the last tenants and the owners is clear: they were very religious. In a corner, there’s a chapel to the Virgin of Juquila.
Inside the three-by-three chapel, with an altar in the middle, and cubbyholes in its walls, are mats, used condoms, excrement. There are signs of frantic sex, wild nights, alcohol, torture, and decapitation.

The thugs used this place for everything but praying to Christ’s mother. Her images are no longer in the cubbyholes: they have been destroyed.

In the chapel, they didn’t leave flowers or candles to the Virgin. But they left bottles of whiskey and a bag of bread rolls to Death. An offering.


The smell of death rattles the nerves of all of Cosamaloapan and its neighboring villages. “I had to wash my clothes again because I’d hung them out to dry the day the bodies arrived. But the smell penetrated everything and it stinks,” relates one of the people who lives by the morgue here in Xalapa, the state capital, 300 kilometers from Cosamaloapan.

The smell lingers in the air and pervades all of Cosamaloapan, penetrates the poorest neighborhoods, the low-income areas where there are the most cases of missing people.

“We came to Xalapa because we knew there were a bunch of dead people here and in our neighborhood four boys are missing. A truck blocked their path and took them,” says a woman, who along with the others, seems not to be made sick by the smell or the heat.

They are wives, mothers, aunts, grandparents or partners of disappeared people. For them, Cosamaloapan and the neighboring towns amount to a badly healed wound bursting with pus. They are desperate.

“Sometimes I just want to find her and be done with it. Tell me if she’s dead or whatever,” says one woman, whose daughter, Wendy Cruz, has been missing since May.

Her granddaughter, Wendy’s daughter, holds a photo of her mother: dressed in a red blouse and tight white pants. Just beside the Papaloapan River. The last time they saw her she was going to Alvarado to eat with a friend.

Wendy Cruz. Last Seen went she went to Alvarado for a meal with a friend.

Another family of women and children seeks shade under a fig tree. The oldest carries a photo of her sixteen-year old grandson who went to a party in Tuxtepec two weeks ago and never returned.

“They treated us very badly inside. We aren’t from here. We came from Oaxaca. Inside the morgue they told us we should deal with things in Oaxaca. They say there aren’t any bodies here. That they took them all to Xalapa,” says one of the women. At some moment in the afternoon they could not wait any longer. They were huddled around the entryway where at least two stood waiting. 

They approached the slabs. They raised the sheet from one corpse and confirmed that it wasn’t their relative. They entered with fortitude. They left alone.  On the Cosamaloapan-Acayucan highway, two hundred kilometers from the graves, a man enjoys some pineapple juice, happily looking at the cargo on his truck: twenty coffins. >The man has been informed about the region’s toughest news. “Clandestine Graves at El Diamante in Tres Valles.” Rather than being afraid, the funeral director in Cuenca del Papaloa 

He begins making calls to all his contacts, mostly those at the morgue, whom he rewards if they pass on the news to him first. He knows that the cargo he’s bringing from the Federal District won’t be of any use if he doesn’t hurry up and do the paperwork at Cosamaloapan’s deputy prosecutor’s office. “I don’t think they are going to be enough. We are going to have to ask for more,” said the driver. 


  1. Truly sad state of affairs!!!

  2. Gerardo Ortiz is from Pasadena CA not from sinaloa he knows perfect English with no accent and yes his head is bigger than his little bodythat beard ain't covering much

    1. Thanks for the random ass comment. You contributed nothing to this article.

  3. Chivis is a coke addict

  4. Carolina quintero spotted in jalpa zacatecas escorted by 50 suvs all colored black

  5. Nah..Don't be silly, .I am a diet Pepsi gal.
    In moderation

  6. Mexico should invade Guatemala El Salvador Honduras Belize and Cuba its the only way to stop poverty in mexico

  7. There seems to be a never ending supply of sadistic ,killer Mexico.

  8. pura gente loca que piensa que la muerte le va ayudar no se como esto entro en la cultura del narco mexicano para mi son cosas malas yo anduve metido en el contrabando por mucho tiempo y antes se tratava de aser dinero y ayudar ala familia y la gente de uno no de matar extorsionar y secuestrar gente inocente se que lo que ise esta mal y un dia tendre que responderle al de arriva por mis acciones. Me da tristesa mirar lo que esta pasando con la juventud de mi pais antes no mas andavanos por ay aver si pegabamos y ganabamos unos billetes para salir de pobres.

    1. El culto a la santa muerte ha desatado a la muerte en todo el pais.

  9. Damn killer Satanists south of the U.S. border . Protected by corruption and nobody will do a damn thing about these bastards. Wake up people !!! This is your neighbors not the other side of the world in Iraq !! How many poor souls must perish while the margaritas flow and the Mega $$$$ slave labour shops are set up in Mexico ? Why ? Why ? Why ? This is a plague that one day will infiltrate north then its to late. Please forward BB articles like this to everyone you know , spread the word , stop the horror !!

  10. Let Putin have Mexico.


  11. If we could learn to look instead of gawking,
    We'd see the horror in the heart of farce,
    If only we could act instead of talking,
    We wouldnt always end up on our arse.
    This was the thing that nearly has us mastered;
    Dont rejoyce in his defeat, you men!
    Although the world stood up and stopped the bastard,
    The bitch that bore him is in heat again.

    Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956)

  12. one thing about Mx they r killing off their own people, what a shame

  13. once i was blind, but now i see. this evil isn't just in mx tho? ok, maybe it's gone just a little TOTALLY F*CKED UP there now, no? it's everywhere, tho... just not as blatant and more sly and crafty.

  14. You all should see the young kids in the streets walking like zombies all that drug they something needs to be done our government needs to do more cause it's getting bad.

  15. Don't buy religious items from places that also sell Santa Muerte!

  16. so what happen to thoes bad guy? did they kill or went jail?

  17. @6:01 el culo a la santa muerte by itself does nothing, and is as worthless as any other communist cult, except that the graduates of the US franchises of the school of the assassins, like the kaibiles, were traied to unleash the most irrational wars of extermination against the poor and the indians of latinamerica, and the zetas as their disciples are following the example, along with caribean islands practitioneers of this POS cult... at least pederasta priests do not go around killing so many innocents, or do they? bottom line is all cults and religions, should be practiced freely, in their churches, or at home, wherever, but not in public, and when found to be satanic, practicioners should be ready for martyrdom, no excuses!!!

  18. I bet Spain's Francisco Franco or the Spanish Inquisition would have put a stop to this.

  19. yes, garrote them, send them to their favorite saint, la santa muerte...


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