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AMERICA’S MELTING POT IS BOILING OVER.
Millions of illegals strain an overburdened system. Crime rates skyrocket. From the Valley of the Sun to the halls of Congress, debate rages. All the while, murder and mayhem reign along the U.S.-Mexico border. Speaking into the fray at a timely juncture, radio talk-show host Darrell Ankarlo delivers a gripping, beyond-the-headlines look at illegal immigration: its victims, its perpetrators, and its toll on the heart of a nation and the ...
AMERICA’S MELTING POT IS BOILING OVER.
Millions of illegals strain an overburdened system. Crime rates skyrocket. From the Valley of the Sun to the halls of Congress, debate rages. All the while, murder and mayhem reign along the U.S.-Mexico border. Speaking into the fray at a timely juncture, radio talk-show host Darrell Ankarlo delivers a gripping, beyond-the-headlines look at illegal immigration: its victims, its perpetrators, and its toll on the heart of a nation and the will of her law-abiding citizens. From the hot-button state of Arizona, Ankarlo dared venture to the epicenter of the battle for America’s southern border.
Now he dares you to absorb the heartbreaking stories and eye-opening discoveries he brought back from his undercover journey without finding yourself shaken, inspired… and compelled to act.
“Instead of complaining about the “border problem,” Darrel
Ankarlo set out to do something about it—he went there and lived it! In
Illegals, Darrell provides a real and raw ‘boots on the ground’ look at our increasingly lawless southern border. This edition . . . will make you shake your head and say ‘no way’ as you’re presented with true stories and experiences about life along the border. This book will enlighten you and at times frighten you, but in the end you’ll know better than most politicians what’s really happening at the border.” —GLENN BECK
Twelve-year-old Gabriel watched as his mother struggled and staggered just to move a few more inches. When they started their walking journey four days and sixty miles earlier, the thirty-one-year-old Latina beauty had deep smooth skin, and her silky black hair was held up by a soft pink-and-red scarf she made from scraps. Earlier still, as Maria paid the deposit for their trip, she tried to show her son as much enthusiasm as she could, her stories peppered with words like Disneyland, baseball, and video games. Her cousin, who had made the trip a year earlier, had already arranged a job for her cleaning houses and routinely sent her magazines of what life was like in America. Maria was as giddy as a school girl because her new life was just a few days away.
Now, the dreams were too distant to remember. It had taken the better part of six hours for them to travel less than a mile. Maria's skin was clammy, she was out of spit and sweat, her chest was heaving, and her heart was racing. She had stopped walking a long time ago; her leg movement was more of a halting pseudo-glide because she didn't have the strength to lift her feet so much as an inch off of the earth. She had given her son the last of the water more than two hours earlier, and dehydration along with heat exhaustion were working in tandem to stop her-forever. She would have given up much sooner but she owed it to Gabriel. Then, with the next shuffle her left foot twisted and her body collapsed to the powdery mixture of sand and dirt.
Running to the only thing he had left in the world, the boy planted his bottom firmly in the sand and scooted his small frame next to Maria's. Taking the once sweat-soaked scarf from his mother's neck, where she had placed it hours earlier in an attempt to cool herself, Gabriel dabbed it over her forehead and cheeks and softly pleaded, "La madre, no da para arriba; vamos a hacerlo. Usted va a ser aceptable." As he begged her not to give up, he began to cry, but not a single tear welled in his eyes, for he too was feeling the result of the lack of water. "Te quiero madre," he said, waiting for his mother to say she loved him too. It was their ritual in good times and bad to say those three words at least three times a day. "Te quiero madre." Gabriel looked into his mother's beautiful Latin eyes for a connection, but this time the beauty had been replaced by dim, bulging, dry blobs. "Madre?" The child paused, and shook his mother again, "Madre!!" There was no movement, no sound, and no heartbeat.
There, surrounded by nothing but cacti and desert animals sat a child who needed to instantaneously turn into a man and fend for himself if he was ever going to see another day come and go, let alone see the treasures his mother had promised. He hugged his mother as tightly as he could and tried to squeeze out at least a single tear of his own to mourn the loss of his parent and any possible hope.
Stranded. Alone. Lost. Broken. Gabriel, like thousands before him, knew firsthand what it was like to be abandoned in the desert by an anxious time-conscious coyote. By noon the following day the Border Patrol found his once lovely mother's body and-following the small footprints-only twenty or thirty steps away they stumbled over his. The two men with badges cried for both.
Maria and Gabriel's sad story is just one of thousands replayed in the deserts of the American Southwest every year. Hearing the story stirred something in my soul like never before-something that demanded that I see the humanity up-close and hear the stories firsthand. I needed to grasp the motivation that causes a person to leave all he knows and trade it for fear, sorrow, illegal acts, and loathing by many. I had to know for myself.
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My radio station management was concerned that my team might go in and never come out, so I chose border cities like El Sasabe and Nogales, Mexico, for security purposes-though it should be noted that once inside the country, we routinely roamed to less secure areas and, sometimes, directly into the path of danger. Gary confided on day one of the excursion that he had been selected, in part, because some in our company's leadership believed I would go just about anywhere to get a story and they wanted him to minimize the risk. By the halfway mark Gary recognized that some exposure was essential if we were to get the real story, and he and the rest of the team were willing to travel wherever the days and trails would take us.
One person I ran into numerous times was the coyote, a man whose legend is well-known in the Southwest as the one who leads illegal immigrants over hills, through rivers, and across borders. But by the time I finished my quest I came to recognize most coyotes to be entrepreneurial teenage thugs who need a whipping from their parents more than anything else.
Philippe is an excellent example of a typical coyote. I met him as my team struggled to make our way through a seedy side of Nogales-he stood out because of his youthful, quiet, and unassuming demeanor. I was quite certain that I was being introduced to the wrong person due to that almost wallflower disposition, but as soon as I started delving into his life and personality the stories started flowing. When Philippe turned thirteen his older cousin gave him a simple task: "Go down to the village store and let the shopkeeper know another group heads out on Friday." When he returned with word that six more had been added to the group, his cousin tossed him a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill. It was more money than he ever knew existed and, with that, Philippe chose his vocation. Within a few years he would be a coyote earning six figures. His clients have included children, grandparents, a blind man, and a pregnant woman ready to deliver within weeks. He sees himself as a Mexican Robin Hood who wants to be at the evil America because "they make too much money"-though he admits his goal is to "make as much as I can."
Philippe quit high school and doesn't think twice about it. "I make more money than anyone else I know, so who needs school?" He doesn't mind the negative nickname he and other coyotes have been given: Polleros, "chicken herders." He agrees with the name given to his crossers: Pollos, "chickens," "because that's what they are." And he likes his job-a lot. "Before my cousin introduced me to this job I had nothing. My parents had nothing. Next year I will have my own home and it will be completely paid for."
At one point Philippe sounded more like a Wall Street forecaster than a dropout when he talked about his clients and the growing industry he had discovered. "I can put together a group of people in no time. I just go to a bus station or restaurant and start asking around, and people flock to me." Officials in Mexico say the average number of attempts at passage is six times before the illegal immigrant throws in the towel, because they know America starts to prosecute at the half-dozen mark. "I tell my people to keep the faith; I will get you there. But I do want them to make it on the first attempt because I only get part of my money upfront and I want it all! It doesn't pay as well if I have to keep trying."
Though Philippe is doing very well, he confides that many do not. "Some just don't know what they are doing. To make the money they smuggle drugs, and if they get caught they end up giving their money back to police and politicians to stay out of jail." When pressed about whether he moves drugs, he would only say that he didn't think smoking marijuana should be a crime. He must not be the only one, because spot checks of detained groups by the Tucson sector of the Border Patrol found that more than 90 percent had narcotics.
To keep his travelers moving at a fast pace, Philippe admitted to demanding that each person take ephedra tablets-strong stimulants-sometimes as many as five or six at a time, even though the supplement has been proven to cause heart damage and is now banned in America. But where I traveled in the desert, I found empty packages at every turn. The speed tablets also can dehydrate, cause strokes, elevate blood pressure, and make the user anxious. But the coyote doesn't care. "My job is to get them from start to finish in as little time as I can. Their health is not my concern."
The coyote is the central figure in the life of more than a million illegal immigrants a year, and he has at least ten thousand brothers who aid and abet him every step of the way. Though it is mostly a man's job, the average coyote is still in his teens, and plenty of women behind the scenes help coordinate drop points, routes, money, and other job-related responsibilities. If it sounds like a well-run business, it is. From 2000 to 2006 the transport of human beings into the U.S. from Mexico was more than a $10 billion industry-annually. That figure does not represent the ancillary trip-related products, nor does it include the routine demands for more money once the alien has made it to the drop house.
On a global scale the United Nations set the human smuggling of trade nations other than Mexico at $10 billion a year. This annual revenue is on par with Fortune 500 companies like Google, U.S. Airways, Viacom, and Amazon.com. And, as is the case whenever major money is involved, the temptation to skim, cheat, break laws, and live a corrupt life routinely wins out.
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I had been scouring the area hoping to find someone who would take me to meet some of the day-to-day players in the smuggling machine when we lucked into a cab driver who had the details. At first I found it strange that so many drivers knew the ins and outs of the illegal immigration industry, but after a certain number of trips it just made sense: many of these guys played bit parts in the smuggling drama as snitches, runners, moles, and liaisons with would-be travelers or well-connected tour guides.
Rumors of corrupt police and military on this side of the border are as old as the border itself, but a few of them re-emerged as my cabbie backed up stories I had only heard in bits and pieces. I asked him to explain the bajaderos, another name for the baddest of the bad guys-the one who waits for a coyote to be on his last leg with his human contraband so he can drive in with big guns and big backup to kidnap the illegals. If the coyote puts up a fight, he dies-right then and there, with no time spared for negotiations.
Once the bajaderos, or jackers as they are also known, sell back the stolen people to anxiously overwhelmed friends and relatives, the local Mexican police insert themselves into the process. The cops shake down the jackers for thousands of dollars and then return to them a few hundred dollars along with their guns so the cycle has a chance to work again in subsequent days. Meanwhile, citizens in Mexico who get caught with a gun go away for up to five years, while the bajaderos get zero time and the immediate return of all weapons.
The government, police, and military have it figured out-keep weapons away from the common folk to guarantee continued income from corruption and a limited chance that revolution may break out.
"Tips," otherwise known as bribes, are a common practice if you want to get any kind of information or decent customer service in Mexico. One of the many people to whom I gave money backed up another story about the heavily used border passage cities: the chiefs of the state police in some of those areas are believed to make as much as $30,000 in extra income-per month-to do the exact opposite of the oath they took for the Mexican people. In cities like Naco, El Sasabe, and Nogales, military personnel are known to expect no less than a 10 percent apiece cut of any action going down in their domain. Smugglers build the bribe money into the cost of doing business so it doesn't cut into their bottom line. No wonder investigators, law enforcement, and wayward Phoenix reporters who get within striking distance can never fully get inside the story-too many people have been "tipped" to keep us out.
I couldn't keep track of all the stories my driver poured out from the front seat, but I had heard enough to know that so many people on the take meant permission had to be granted at extremely high levels of government. The Sopranos would have been proud of all the high ranking people "on the take."
The transition seemed like an obvious one, so I took the shot and asked the cabbie to take us to an area where I could meet and interview a jacker. I was pretty certain he had processed the words from English to Spanish, because his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets and bounce off the rearview mirror he was using to stare me down. My request was not going to happen-not with him. Before we knew it, my team and I were interviewing new taxi candidates at another street corner.
I sent my translator, Alonzo, to work his magic. He came back with not one, but three drivers in tow, so I was sure I could work something out, especially since two or three more followed to see what the congregating was all about.
"Look people," I said. "I am going to find a jacker or a coyote. It will be done today." I was very firm. I wasn't going to come back without an interview.
"We're not going to take you. It's not going to happen." Each of them took turns with their rejections, sure I would stop being so ignorant.
"No, you've got to take me in." With that, I pulled out a wad of money and moved it from one hand to the other. I didn't want us to get jumped in the middle of the street; I just wanted a passing glance to cause one of them to accept the payoff. After all, everyone else in Mexico seems to.
From the group of five one said, "I'll make you a deal. I'll take you to an area where this happens. I will not take you in because I could easily be killed. You could easily be killed. But I will take you up to that point." That was good enough for me. Flashing the cash again I ensured he would stay with the car if we got out, and he agreed.
"You won't just leave us there and abandon us, because it's a very long stretch of dirt road?" I asked.
"No, I'll stay with you."
That was good enough for me. My teammates looked a little stunned at what I was putting together, but none balked. So, we piled in the front and back seats of the roving used-parts store and thanked the driver in his mid-forties. His slicked, balding hair follicles glistened with sweat while his facial stubble made him look like so many others we had seen at every turn.
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Posted January 16, 2011
First of all this book deserves to be read simply because lives were put in jeopardy to create it. I believe it to be a well researched warning to natural born Americans. Our systems and government is already sinking in debt. And in this book we find that while the government estimates 9 million illegal immigrants in the US... an independent panel puts the actual count at 20 million or more. Do not take me wrong, these poor people live abhorrent conditions and the author, Darrrell Ankarlo, sugar coats nothing. You will feel as you are there in the danger zone also. You will cry for the Mexican people and their circumstances. But you'll also realize there is already too many legal immigrants, dragging our system down. You'll come to discover that "yes" is the wrong answer but so is an uncaring, resounding "no". I highly recommend this book to anyone concerned about illegal immigration issues. The author goes on to point the finger at the US government... The whole book reads like a real life adventure. There is danger, intrigue; even a language barrier. But the end of the book is to be treasured. You will want to add this book to your library. It makes the issues so much clearer.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 4, 2010
Illegals The Unacceptable Cost of Americas Failure To Control Its Borders by Darrell Ankarlo
Well, if you enjoy reading about the old West, you will sure enjoy this book. The author is very passionate and one sided in his opinions. He seems to ignore that there are any other problems in the USA and implies that if we police our borders we could literally wipe out crime in America. makes me wonder if he has ever spent time in any of the other states. i understand that gangs are a big problem in the cities and poverty is a very real problem in the South. But no one problem can account for all of Americas troubles. The author is a radio talk show host, and comes across as such in his book. i think that he is at least a responsible writer, and hes trying to improve our society...but he thinks illegal immigration is our number one proble, and i disagree. our number one problem is our economy because that is a problem that affects every state, not just a few on the border. The only way we will ever be free of illegal immigration concerns is for Mexico to become a self supporting Nation, like Canada. We have never had a problem with Canadians illegally running into America. Frankly, with the state of the USA as it is; I wonder if Canada is beginning to have a problem with USA illegal immigrants.
If you really want to know what I think the author is really up to; its selling pot.
his entire case evolves around the hugh bales of pot the agents constantly seize in Arizona coming illegally from Mexico. it is a very short line in the sand to see that we can remove all their power by making pot legal. i think that is where the author is really going, he just doesnt want to come out and say that...and for the record I think the USA will soon make pot legal, Ive accepted that, but I think its a bad idea. Yes, it will likely solve our economic crisis from the tax generated, but we will have the same kind of problems that we now face with alcohol addiction. I am aware that people say pot is not addictive but I doubt that is true.
Posted November 3, 2010
Illegal immigration is a hot button topic these days. Some people are adamant that we should close our borders as soon as possible while others want to keep the 'melting pot' open for all. What are the real costs associated with the current state of things? The book "Illegals: The Unacceptable Cost of America's Failure to Control it's Borders" by Darrell Ankarlo explores the costs and dangers of the current 'open door' policy. Ankarlo takes an in depth look into the underbelly of illegal immigration, making the issue real and personal. While the book makes some good points and gives you many tidbits to ponder, it is definitely written from one perspective only. Ankarlo's hard stance against illegal immigration at times feels like dramatic overkill. I would have appreciated a little less of the dramatics and more of the real stories. Some of the pictures and stories are quite shocking and I found I had to put the book down at times. Illegals does have some solid information and interesting opinions. I think this book is worth a read no matter what side of the debate you are on. I received this book free from the publisher. The opinions I have expressed are my own.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 28, 2010
An iceberg only shows half of its mass above sea level. In much the same manner the illegal immigration problem is much more than people entering the United States. While it is a huge problem, the complexities of it make it easy to look at it without a face, much less a name, a family, a dream. In this volume, Mr. Ankarlo takes a comprehensive look at this phenomenon from angles both expected and unexpected. From actual interviews and research inside Mexico and the U.S. we are shown the flesh and blood reality of what is happening, who is being affected and even an in depth view of how we got to this point in history. Well documented and for the most part well written, we are given viewpoints both pro and con of what this situation means and where it could end. Taking the risks to get the real story, Mr. Ankarlo lets you hear the firsthand accounts of not only those who are taking the chance to reach for the American dream, but those who make a very good living for themselves by assisting them to break to our laws. While as always, each reader must decide for themselves what to do; there is ample referral site listings for those individuals who wish to dig even deeper and/or continue to stay informed. I would urge everyone to read this book and come away much more informed about the complexity and size of this problem. It will not go away until we face reality and act.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 26, 2010
In "Illegals," Ankarlo gets into the backbone of the Mexican border, a highly debated topic, and shows the full extent of the problem not only from the United States side but also from inside of Mexico. You learn firsthand the danger, pain and torture these illegals go through for a so called better life, which is shocking and unimaginable. Ankarlo and his colleagues placed themselves in danger to learn firsthand how this illegal operation works in Mexico and his book leaves nothing to the imagination. I was very excited to read this book even though the title of this book suggested to me I should expect nothing else but backlash of the Mexican illegal border jumper left and right. Although Ankarlo mainly targets the illegal Mexican he also makes reference to illegal people from other countries as well, who abuse the system. His points regarding not only the present, but future ramifications on the economy, healthcare and safety of the United States is clear and eye-opening. This book enticed me to be more involved in this issue and to understand how it can easily be swept under the rug unless it affects us directly.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 10, 2010
Some authors can sit down behind their desk and write in the comfort and security of their office; however, I soon found out that Ankarlo took some real risks in gathering his material for his book Illegals. His team of five enters into Mexico to find who is behind illegal immigration and what the costs are both financially and physically to the people that trust their life to a coyote (a person who smuggles illegal people over the border.) I thought the first part of the book was very interesting as Ankarlo detailed the problems of illegal immigration. Some of his encounters were shocking to say the least. The second part of the book Ankarlo announces how continued immigration will lead to the ultimate destruction of our country. I found some of his interviews and statistics to be very dry reading and most of these are in the second half of his book. The book also has a number of not so good photos of various areas that were discussed. I got the feeling after seeing many of the photos that this book was put together on a limited budget or published with a limited budget - this is my opinion only. I felt the quality of photos some being over exposed and others being under exposed seemed to distract from overall quality of this book. I can't say I would recommend reading this book mainly because of the overall quality of writing and pictures, but if you would like to understand some the deeper problems of immigration the first half of this book is worth reading. I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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