Earlier this month, a young man came to the doors
of the Seventy-Two, a shelter for migrants in Tenosique, Mexico, to
deliver a message from a local offshoot of the Zetas, Mexico’s most
vicious organised-crime group. “What we want is the head of the friar who is in charge of all this,” the man said. “We are going to the shelter today to get all of them,” according a report by the New Yorker on Ucanews.
The man whose life was in question is a Franciscan friar named Tomás González Castillo.
The Zetas want the friar’s head primarily because he runs a sanctuary for US-bound migrants near the Guatemalan border, providing cots, meals, and a few days of safe haven to hundreds of young Central Americans venturing to the US each week.
Mostly, these young men and women ride north atop commercial freight trains, facing robberies, rapes, and extortion as they go. Friar Tomás has begun demanding an end to such routinized crimes, calling out the criminal gangs—and, often, the Mexican police—who perpetrate them.
The Seventy-Two takes its name from the body count of a massacre that occurred near the U.S. border several years ago; seventy-two migrants were kidnapped by the Zetas, squeezed for ransoms, and allegedly assassinated when they failed to follow orders.
Earlier in the week, Friar Tomás and others at the shelter had lodged formal complaints against local gang members, and as a result, as he put it, “the situation is hot.”
Rubén Figueroa, a young Mexican activist with big brown eyes and a thick halo of dark hair, also received a series of death threats. “We have our eyes on Rubén,” cartel affiliates warned shelter members in early March. “Tell your friend that we are going to kill him. Our contacts already know.”
I came to know Friar Tomás and Rubén Figueroa rather closely last fall. For three weeks, I lived beside them on a bus trip across some twenty-five hundred miles of Mexico.
The trip had a clear goal: we were accompanying a group of thirty-eight Central American mothers on a search for their disappeared children and husbands, nearly all of whom had vanished while attempting the dangerous journey to reach the US, undocumented.
Many of the desaparecidos had been snatched up by cartel operatives on the border with Texas or Arizona. Some of the mothers had received ransom calls, turned over their life savings, and waited for their sons or husbands to return, to no avail.
Other mothers had come on the trip to search for their missing young daughters who appeared to have been trafficked into brothels by organized crime.
Together, we travelled through twenty-one cities and towns in fourteen states of Mexico, visiting some of the most unforgiving terrain of the country’s drug war, looking for signs of hope.
The cartels’ targeting of migrants has become commonplace along the entire route through Mexico, with an estimated twenty thousand migrant kidnappings each year. Most of the time, the victims’ relatives in the U.S. are called upon to cough up ransoms.
While the Mexican government has done little to address this crisis, and US immigration policy has arguably fuelled it (by empowering rogue coyotes as a migrant’s best chance of traversing the militarised border), a fearless wing of the Catholic Church has established an underground railroad of sorts to offer migrants protection on their journey.
Friar Tomás is among the most vocal leaders of this movement.
Day after day, he led the mothers into morgues, prisons, drug-rehabilitation centers, hospitals, and cemeteries.
He stood beside them as they looked through photographs of the corpses of migrants in Saltillo, a dangerous Zeta stronghold, and as they ventured into the Zócalo in Mexico City to beg for help from a non-committal government.