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  PRAISE FOR TO DIE IN MEXICO

  “An intrepid California-based journalist who risked his life to pursue the interviews he records with Mexican officials and victims here, Gibler (Mexico Unconquered) recounts an endless litany of violence that has exploded during the tenures of Carlos Salinas, Ernesto Zedillo, Vicente Fox and, especially, Felipe Calderon. . . . Gibler argues passionately to undercut this ‘case study in failure.’ The drug barons are only getting richer, the murders mount and the police and military repression expand as ‘illegality increases the value of the commodity.’ With legality, both U.S. and Mexican society could address real issues of substance abuse through education and public-health initiatives. A visceral, immediate and reasonable argument.”—Kirkus

  “Many writers have pondered the evil and madness of the Mexican/American ‘drug war.’ Few have analyzed it with such vividness and clarity as John Gibler.”—Howard Campbell, Professor of Anthropology, University of Texas, El Paso

  “To Die in Mexico shows all the horror of Mexico’s current turmoil over drugs—but goes beyond the usual pornography of violence to its critically-informed broader context. Gibler also reveals the brave civic resistance to death cults and official silencing by, among others, some of the remarkable Mexican journalists trying to tell the drug war’s hidden story.”—Paul Gootenberg, author, Andean Cocaine: The Making of a Global Drug

  “If you want to cut through the lies, obfuscation and sheer lunacy that surrounds Mexico’s so-called drug war, read To Die in Mexico. John Gibler reports from Ciudad Juarez, Reynosa, Culiacan—the bloodiest battlegrounds in a fever of violence that has left more than 38,000 dead. But he accepts none of the prevailing myths—that this is a war between rival criminal enterprises, or between a crusading government and assorted barbarous bad guys, that it is a war at all. An antidote to the sensationalism and mythologizing that dominate the discourse, To Die in Mexico is at once a gripping read and the smartest, sanest book yet written on the subject in English.”—Ben Ehrenreich, author of The Suitors and Ether

  PRAISE FOR JOHN GIBLER’S MEXICO UNCONQUERED

  “Gibler is something of a revelation, having been living and writing from Mexico for a range of progressive publications only since 2006, but providing reflections, insights and a level of understanding worthy of a veteran correspondent. His incisive analysis of the causes of injustice in Mexico . . . offers an essential introduction to the country’s brutal political and social realities.”—Gavin O’Toole, Latin American Review of Books

  “We are fortunate to have in John Gibler, an astute and thoughtful journalist. Over the past few years, he has reported on conditions and struggles in southern states (Guerrero, Oaxaca, Chiapas) and elsewhere in the country and its northern neighbor. Mexico Unconquered shows us close-ups in the current chapter in a long-running story on our continent. ‘Chronicles’ isn’t precisely apt. Gibler doesn’t just serve as a narrator. His prose offers a window into people’s lives, letting us meet the participants in revolts, in their days of triumphant success or traumatic repression, in lives of vision, persistence and hope. We spend time beneath the tarps of [the] Oaxaca teachers’ plantón (protest camp) in the central square. We ride to the hospital alongside a critically-wounded protester in Atenco. We stand in the visitor’s line of the prison in Ecatepec. We hear first hand about the ordeals of migration to the US, the violence of the drug war, torture, and disappearances—as well as a daring women’s takeover of a [television] station.”—Carwill James, Left Turn

  “A mix of fast-moving reporting, poetic reflection and wide-ranging historical texts, Mexico Unconquered is penned in an accessible and uplifting fashion. A clear historical link is made between the author’s close relationships with social movements in both Mexico and in the U.S., making the book a useful tool for those looking to delve deeper into the history and ongoing struggle for revolt and liberation in Mexico.”—Stefan Christoff, the Hour

  “Part journalistic travelogue, part political manifesto, Mexico Unconquered recounts some of the more bewildering revolts and upheavals that have roiled Southern Mexico from the turn of the 20th century through contemporary times . . . Gibler is at his best—informative, entertaining, provocative and fluid.”—Liliana Valenzuela, the Texas Observer

  “The pages are quilted passages involving literature reviews, analyses and fierce reporting from talking to ‘los de abajo,’ or the underdogs, with observations bringing the pueblos alive. His bottom-up chronicle makes him the Howard Zinn (A People’s History of the United States) for the next generation.”—Traci Angel, Jackson Hole News & Guide

  “Enlightening and informative, Mexico Unconquered is a must read.”—Midwest Book Review

  “From Spanish colonization to today’s state and corporate repression, Mexico Unconquered: Chronicles of Power and Revolt, by John Gibler, is written from the street barricades, against the Slims of the world, and alongside ‘the underdogs and rebels’ of an unconquered country. The book offers a gripping account of the ongoing attempts to colonize Mexico, and the hopeful grassroots movements that have resisted this conquest.”—Benjamin Dangl, Upside Down World

  “For anyone who has felt confused, confounded, disappointed, disturbed and yet still enchanted by Mexico, John Gibler’s Mexico Unconquered: Chronicles of Power and Revolt offers some relief. . . . Gibler’s interpretation of a ‘Mexico unconquered’ testifies to the urgency of current struggles, and celebrates the fierce spirit of Mexican resistance, past and present.”—In These Times

  To Die in Mexico

  Dispatches from Inside the Drug War

  John Gibler

  Open Media Series | City Lights Books

  Copyright © 2011 by John Gibler

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover design by Pollen

  Cover photograph by Rodrigo Cruz. Inside a car where a man was gunned down by assassins in Guerrero, Mexico.

  The Open Media Series is edited by Greg Ruggiero and archived by

  the Tamiment Library, New York University.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Gibler, John.

  To die in Mexico: dispatches from inside the drug war / John Gibler.

  p. cm. — (Open media series)

  ISBN 978-0-87286-517-4

  1. Drug traffic—Mexico. 2. Drug control—Mexico. 3. Drug traffic—United States. 4. Drug control—United States. I. Title. II. Series.

  HV5840.M4G53 2011

  363.450972—dc22

  2011002970

  City Lights Books are published at the City Lights Bookstore

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  CONTENTS

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Sources

  Bibliography

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Morir en México, (To Die in Mexico), by Antonio Helguera. Published in Mexico by La Jornada on March 15, 2010. The gravestones read clockwise from the left: “She must have been into something; It was a gang feud; They murdered amongst themselves; What was he doing at that hour?; It was a settling of accounts; She dressed provocatively; Who knows what he was getting into; She was a whore.”

  ONE

  Silence demands that its enemies disappear suddenly and without a trace.

  —Ryszard Kapuscinski

  THE BARE FACTS ARE SO TERRIFYING they pass beyond the edge of anything credible. Who would believe, for example, that the warden of a state prison would let convicted killers out at night and loan them official vehicles, automatic assault rifles, and bulletproof vests, so that they could gun down scores of innocent people in a neighbori
ng state and then quickly hop back over the state line and into prison, behind bars, a perfect alibi? Who would believe that a paramilitary drug-trafficking organization formed by ex−Special Forces of the Mexican Army would kidnap a local cop and torture him into confessing all of the above details about the prisoners’ death squad, videotape the confession, execute the cop on camera with a shot to the heart, and then post the video on YouTube? Who could fathom that the federal attorney general would, within hours of the video-taped confession and execution being posted online, arrest the warden, and then a few days later hold a press conference fully acknowledging that the prisoners’ death squad had operated for months, killing ten people in a bar in January 2010, eight people in a bar in May 2010, and seventeen people at a birthday party in July?

  Difficult to believe, but all of it is true.

  The city is Torreón, in Coahuila state, which shares a border with Texas. On January 31, 2010, an armed convoy attacked three bars in Torreón, killing ten people and wounding forty. Five months later, on May 15, an armed convoy attacked the inauguration party of a new bar in Torreón, killing eight people and wounding twenty. On July 18, at about 1:30 a.m., an armed convoy pulled up to a private birthday party at the Quinta Italia Inn in Torreón. Five men wearing bulletproof vests and carrying AR-15 assault rifles crashed into the party hall, shooting indiscriminately. They killed seventeen people, including Carlos Antonio Mota Méndez, who was celebrating his thirty-first birthday, his brother, Héctor José, and four members of the hired band, Ríos. They wounded another eighteen people. After each massacre the killers drove back across the Durango-Coahuila state line to the Centro de Readaptación Social de Gómez Palacio, the Gómez Palacio prison, or “Social Re-adaptation Center.” Prison director Margarita Rojas Rodríguez had left instructions for the prisoners to be allowed back inside without a fuss.

  But no one would have believed this. The drug war body count rose, headlines tabulated the dead at each massacre scene, and federal investigators speculated that the bar owners must have had some links to organized crime. The dead, somehow, must have been dirty. And then on Thursday, July 23, 2010, someone posted a video online that was quickly reposted on a website called blogdelnarco.com.

  You may want to look away.

  The video begins with three men in the frame—the image is a little shaky, the resolution low. Two men stand with AR-15 assault rifles, wearing T-shirts, military vests loaded with clips, and what look like stylized solid-black hockey masks that cover their faces from beneath the chin to above the forehead. The third man, between them, is on his knees, shirtless, hands tied behind his back. Only his face and part of his torso are visible in the frame. A voice off camera asks, “What is your name?” The kneeling man responds, “Rodolfo Nájera.”

  Nájera’s face is deformed. The swelling under his left eye makes it look as if a rock had been surgically implanted under his skin. His left ear is only half attached. Blood streams from this ear and down his chest. Nájera looks at the camera and answers quickly and precisely all questions. He knows the men with the camera will kill him.

  “What do you do?” the voice from off camera asks.

  “I am a Lerdo police officer,” Nájera responds.

  He speaks with difficulty. His voice seems unnaturally low, in contrast to the voice off camera that enunciates clearly, forcefully, and calmly, with the articulation of one accustomed to exercising authority.

  “Age?”

  “Thirty-five.”

  “Whom do you work for?”

  Nájera pauses for a beat. “For the Pirate.”

  “Who are those?”

  “Some Lerdo pushers.” Nájera uses the term puchadores, which comes from the English term pusher and refers to street dealers.

  The video has been edited; it cuts in and out. The trails of blood that run down Nájera’s chest multiply and elongate each time the image jumps forward in time. The off-camera voice asks who controls the runners. The Pirate. He asks whom the Pirate works for. Nájera says the Delta.

  “Who is the Delta?”

  “A guy in the prison.”

  Nájera is developing a twitch, his head jerks to the right and back.

  “What is the Delta’s name?”

  “Daniel Gabriel.”

  “And this guy, what’s his deal? What’s his job? What does he do?”

  “He sends the killers out to murder people.”

  “What’s he doing at the prison?”

  “He got busted with drugs and guns.”

  “He’s a prisoner?”

  “Yes.”

  “How often does he leave the prison?”

  “Everyday after eight at night.”

  “Who lets him leave?”

  “The warden.”

  “What is the warden’s name?”

  “I don’t know her name.”

  There is a pause and you can hear voices in the background. You can hear other voices that sound as if they are coming through radios, police radios. You can hear the wind blowing into the camera’s microphone and see the wind shaking the tree branches in the background. The man to Nájera’s left in a blue T-shirt looks down to the ground and shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back again, then looks into the camera. He is wearing a baseball cap turned backward under his mask. He is several inches shorter than the man on the right, and seems thin, pale, and very young.

  The off-camera voice asks for names, nicknames, and ranks of the police and government officials that provide protection to the prison death squad. Nájera struggles, but provides a name each time the voice asks, “And who else?” At this point the camera zooms in on Nájera’s face. His right eye is swollen shut. There are bruises, cuts, and burn marks across his face. Nájera provides another name and is met instantly with the same question, “And who else?” He pauses, twitches. The man in the blue T-shirt to his left looks from the camera down at him, then calmly reaches out to his semi-detached ear and folds it down. Nájera provides another name. And then another, and another, and another until the camera cuts.

  In the next frame Nájera is out of breath, struggling. The man in the blue T-shirt is standing slightly behind him, pointing his rifle at his back. The voice asks who is this Güero Pollero. (The nickname means roughly “Blond Smuggler.”) Nájera says that he is the one who goes out with the death squads to kill people in bars in Torreón. The voice asks who sent him and why. Nájera says that a man named Arturo, who is rumored to have fled to Guadalajara, sent the Güero Pollero to bring heat down on the Zetas in Torreón. Here you can hear another voice off camera to Nájera’s left, coaching him. The men with the guns are Zetas, members of the ex-Special Forces cartel that has been the main target of federal anti-narcotics operations throughout President Felipe Calderón’s drug war. In a brief pause while Nájera answers the why question, the voice off camera to the left nudges him on, saying, “To bring heat down on us.” Nájera follows the cue quickly, speaking over the off-camera voice, “To bring heat down on the Zetas.”

  The voice leading the interrogation asks, “Who killed the people at the Quinta Italia?”

  Nájera, “The same, Güero Pollero and his people, following Arturo’s orders.”

  Nájera goes on to describe how the killers leave the prison heavily armed, wearing bulletproof vests, driving prison vehicles. You can hear an off-camera voice whisper advice to whoever is leading the interview. Nájera describes how the prison warden allows the killers to leave prison grounds, knowing full well that they are going out to murder. He repeats the details several times: the men leaving the prison at night in prison vehicles, with prison weapons, to kill innocent people in the territory of the Zetas, and the warden allowing it all to take place.

  The video is nine minutes and fifty-four seconds long. At 9:21, the frame cuts and it is suddenly night. The men with guns are on opposite sides of Nájera. A loud mechanical noise fills the microphone, a generator perhaps, or a truck engine. Headlights and flashlights illuminate N
ájera’s beaten face. The blood running down his chest is now one thick current. A voice off camera says that those of “the last letter” don’t commit acts of barbarism or kill innocent people. The voice asks why then the Gómez Palacio gang would kill the innocent in their territory. The voice asks if they prefer to kill innocent people because they can’t face “the last letter,” the Zetas, or Z’s. Nájera responds, “Yes sir.”

  “Because they can’t defeat us?”

  “No sir.”

  The frame cuts again. Nájera kneels alone now. Two shadows step away, one to each side. A shot rings out and he pitches forward.

  The video was posted on a Thursday night. The next morning federal officers detained Margarita Rojas Rodríguez, the warden of the prison in Gómez Palacio, and three other prison officials. On Sunday, the spokesperson for the federal attorney general’s office announced the arrests and the death squad’s responsibility for the recent massacres in Torreón but did not mention the video posted on blogdelnarco.com.

  a death with no name. A death that extinguishes who you were along with who you are. A death that holds you before the world as a testament only to death itself. All that is left is your body destroyed in a vacant lot, hanging from a highway overpass, or locked in the trunk of a car. Your name is severed, cut off, and discarded. The only history that remains attached to your body is that of your particular death: bullet holes, burns, slashes, contusions, limbs removed. The executioners of this killing ground destroy each person twice. First they obliterate your world; if you are lucky, they do so with a spray of bullets. But then, once you are gone, they will turn your body from that of a person into that of a message. You will appear as a flash on a television screen. You will be printed on tabloid front pages in full color and strung up on the sides of newspaper stands in cities across the country, your disfigured body hanging next to soccer players and bikini-clad models. You will lose your name. You will lose your past, the record of your loves and fears, triumphs and failures, and all the small things in between. Those who look upon you will see only death.