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Monday, June 12, 2017

Tijuana: The victimized and murdered children of los narcomenudistas

The victimized and murdered children of los narcomendusitas

When many read about violence, not experiencing it directly, it's read, and thought about as a singular action.  A man killed by gunfire, his body found on a street corner.  A man beaten to death in a cheap motel room, blood smeared on the unwashed sheets.  A woman strangled in her home. 

Violence isn't singular, it's like an infection.  Those who are bloodied, murdered, buried, are but the first person infected, the rest are yet to follow.  Tijuana's retail methamphetamine and heroin trade is an epidemic of infectious disease, violence that consumes all in it's path, touching, burning, torturing all in it's path, never really dying, but spreading across the communities, whose wounds can never really heal.

The car Ashley was killed in
Do you ever question question your path in life?  Your decisions, your actions, your choices?  And wonder what would be different if you could go back and change, replace, repair the things you regret, so you go back and unravel a life, one thread at time, and you realize how fragile the entire system can be, how much one event, one person, one night, can affect everything else after, and before it.  That's what violence is like. So, it may be one body, but it courses through the veins of many.  It leaves dozens shattered, shaking, convulsed in it's wake.

 As retail cells, some tightly knit families, engage in tit for tat killings to unset the balances of power, children are murdered.  The killers storm houses, fire into cars, ambush families while eating to kill their victims.  Their lives aren't seen as worth more then the few thousand pesos made by their fathers, who often are retail drug dealers, or their killers, who kill for as little as a thousand pesos, or more commonly paid in product, cheap, easy.

What happens to the children whose fathers and mothers are murdered, in front of them?  Or who never come home, from a trip to the store?   There is a generations of children in Tijuana who have had at least one parent murdered.  If there were 900 murders last year, you can assume there were at least 700 children, likely more, who were children of the victim.  

How does am 11 year old process the murder of his mother, or father?  How do they cope?  How do they survive, if their provider was killed, and their mother terrified of further retribution?  Who will care for them? There are little resources available in the United States for impoverished families, even less in Tijuana, even less for the families of narcomenudistas whose lives can begin and end in places like Sanchez Taboada, awash in blood and crystal meth.  

Roberto Carlos Marvilla, survived.
Hugo David Contreras, 7, lived in one of the hottest spots in La Sanchez, a known drug trafficking outlet, apartments and houses, where crystal meth, and heroin were sold.  His mother worked in a maquiladora, and his stepfather was a narcocomuedista, in the service of CJNG, his mother had met Roberto Carlos Marvilla three months earlier, and the three lived in his home.  

His killers came for him on May 26th, in the afternoon, it was still light out, the waning afternoon hours, as the sun looms down over the city.  Two men, in a grey honda civic, arrived, and entered through the front of the home.  They fired at Roberto Carlos, and hit him, but their bullets also struck Hugo David in the neck, and head, he died on the scene, while his stepfather lived, transported to the hospital shortly after the attack. 

Three days later, CJNG gunmen came for another narcocomudista, allegedly working for, or under groups associated with "El Guero Chompas", who was released in March of this year, to return to the bloody fight for his retail territory in eastern Tijuana.  Chompas has been arrested and released twice in the last 5 years, despite his involvement direct or indirect in dozens of killings.

The bullet struck Ashley Castorena, 5, in her stomach, as she sat in the back of the family car, in traffic in Colonia Mariano Matamoros.  Her parents, including Jesus Alberto Aispuro Medina, "El Mazapan", a narcocomudista, and her mother, drove to the hospital.  Glass, blood, the frantic and anguished cries of a mother, as she watches her daughter slip away, fatally shot, bullets lodged in her tiny frame.

There is a familiar pattern here, impoverished communities, of which there are few choices, very low wages, and almost no hope.  Mothers work in maquiladoras, or other entry level jobs, many of the men sell crystal, or work in some way for the retail cells controlling sales in the neighborhood.  They try to have a life.  Gifts on Christmas, food for the kids, maybe a carne asada every once in awhile.

Children are born into this world everyday, in Sanchez Taboada, Mariano Matamoros, colonias of Tijuana, Mexico, and beyond, in every place there is widespread, concentrated urban poverty.  The symptoms are the same.  The consequences are devastating.  Children who join their families trade, or join the neighborhood cells, to stand on corners, halcones, runners, eventually gunmen, narcomenudistas themselves, in line for a shot at being the plaza boss.

Hundreds of children have had their parents murdered, and at least dozens have themselves been murdered. Who do we blame?  Who do you attack?  The parents fault. Or is it their parents fault? Have we become so callous and cold, self righteous we blame the children themselves for being in the way of bullets?

Roberto Carlos Marvilla and Jesus Medina survived the attacks.  Do the dead come for them at night? Do their stepdaughters cries echo in their ears?  Can they be drowned or silenced in the beers, the liquor, the crystal, the killings?  They are the walking dead themselves, and they must know it, every time they leave the house, every time they feel the pistol in their waist, or tucked in the belt.

Will they be faster then the men sent to kill them?  Or can they kill those who came for them? Catch them as they attend church on Sunday, firing into the vehicles, ambush them as they return from dinner, emptying 9mm shells in the backs of their targets....Can they take their parents away from their children too?

Lost souls, numb from the killing, lost in the frenzy of death, the metallic, heavy, snap of a slide being pulled back, or a magazine being inserted in a pistol, the echoing of gunfire in the night, the sounds of a child crying, the sight of one who will never cry again....

Sources: Zeta Tijuana


  1. And NO ONE is putting a eND to this madness.

  2. That's what happens in war zones, always women, children and innocent men get killed. That's what Mexico is, a war zone

    1. My Lai was not in mexico, Acteal-Chenaló is in mexico, La Macarena in Colombia, el Mozote in Honduras the military base SOA in ghatemala, all full of minor boys and girls young women and old men, becaue the government forces had their orders to Kill, Kill, Kill !!!, still have them...

  3. They actually do have a choice. They themselves put their families in harms way. If the majority of the people lived their lives working for naco's then all of Mexico would be truly in demise and thats not the case. The majority of the people choose a safe path and work hard primarily for their kids future. The ones whom choose the greedy path end up dead and or worse there relatives end up dead. Victims they are, since you can't blame the dead for provoking death.

    1. The poor and the ignorant often do not have a path an example to follow, and no road to help, their "education money" gets stolen and much of it deposited in foreign "bank accounts".

  4. Nice article J!!

  5. Fancy word for drug dealer

  6. Nice article J. Nice to see the admission of a drug problem IN Mexico. Not all drugs cross the border.

  7. i thought cjng were expert sicarios shooting little kids and shit

  8. And sadly it's gonna get worse before it gets better...more cells producing meth...stricter border control...more product backed up at the border towns that needs to be sold one way or another...more zombies created...more evil distributed through nostrils and lungs..throw in corrupt, inept government and an unending supply of impoverished street soldiers = vicious cycle without solution?

    1. Good points made 9:08.The Mexicans won't be able to blame the Americans any more.(maybe blame them for not being able to get their dope across the borders).

    2. Canna, who brought Coca~Cola to the americans?
      It was discovered that their main ingredient, Cocaine, was addictive and they stopped using it, but their coca plantations remain their prolerty, in Peru and all over SouthAmerica, and I suspect they have never divested,
      as Warren Buffett says why sell away a good investment?
      He has owned Coca~Cola since he was a little bitty boy, and Wachovia and West Fargo.
      So, why blame the mexicans as if the world turns aroud them" do the right thang, and blame everybody and their shitty panties for their part,

    3. 2 live n die in LA ---- please write for BB! U and J have amazing writing styles

  9. Nice article J, reminds me on what a joke American news outlets are. If it doesn't speak English, isn't pretty and doesn't involve the Kardashians it's not news worthy due to ratings. I'm aware that this article is about families in Mexico but really news is lacking as a whole due to the company's being controlled by the %1.

  10. It's the meth/ ice trade in all it's glory. That stuff will take your soul, your children, your life. And still people go back for more. It's just sad!!

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  11. " event, one person, one night, can affect everything else after, and before it. That's what violence is leaves dozens it's wake."

    Props to the author, great writing - reading this article almost made me cry; the drug fueled violence extending so many years into the past, & how many years into the future must it continue to infect?
    There is absolutely a pronounced ripple effect from even one 'isolated' incident of violence, from every state in MX to every state in U.S. Both countries bound to each other, & the tentacled arms of each have nearly limitless reach.

    20 years ago a friend & meth dealer in my hometown near Seattle was executed by two addicts. My fiancé was getting a ride home that night...he was murdered first. I was nine months pregnant. The wake of these murders continues to effect, unbalance y drown dozens of lives to varying degrees: the two daughters left without their father, my following 15 year+ mx black tar & (later) fentanyl addiction, plus extensive collateral damage in the lives of everyone touched by that one night, including the grieving families of the two men sentenced to life without parole.

    I live in CDMX now & most days I'm at peace, not tortured by inner demons or past violence y regrets (ironic, ain't it?)
    LOVE Borderland Beat, LOVE the writers who refuse to be silent, LOVE this country in all its beauty y horror. ♡♡♡ sry for lengthy comment!

    1. Don't worry none gabacha,
      you are welcome, take your time and ENJOY,
      but mainly, keep coming...


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