Sunday, October 28, 2018

Dancing With the Devil

[Below is an excerpt from another piece of fiction that I started some time back.  It seems timely...]


Mexico was never politically stable.  It drifted through the years after Spanish conquest from Monarchy to quasi-Democracy, but always with a strong culture of graft and corruption by which a few became obscenely wealthy while the majority existed on the edge of starvation.  Many abortive “revolutions” through the years merely served to tighten the hold of the powerful while diminishing the power of the impoverished.  It was a country ripe for Communism.

Juan Rodriguez was born into that poverty in a small village outside Guerrero in Coahuila.  At the age of 8 his father died at the hands of a local Cartel and an uncle took him east across the border into Texas, to pick vegetables in the valley.  Juan didn’t make much, but his uncle confiscated what he did and sent it back to Guerrero to Olivia, Juan’s mother.  Those meager earnings, along with what she could make in a local cantina were all she had to support herself and Juan’s six siblings.  It was a hard life.

Juan and his uncle had entered the U.S. illegally, but to them it wasn’t a matter of the law, it was survival.  You did what you had to do to provide for your family.  Contacts in Texas provided them with identities in exchange for about half of their first week of earnings and they lived with a group of other workers in a small, rundown house on the outskirts of Edinburg.  Juan was sometimes abused by the other men in the group, but he endured because he didn’t know any better.

Life was hard and the work was hard, but at such a young age there were few choices.  It was an age when he should be in school and playing with other children, but it was not to be.

Each day Juan would go out with the men to pick vegetables.  They were paid based on quantity, not on the number of hours they put into the job.  Juan’s share was small because he couldn’t pick as much as the older men.  His uncle took what he earned anyway.

In such conditions a friendly face and the semblance of caring were attractive to the wise-beyond-his-years youngster.  It was into that need that Rigo Carrales stepped.  He began to protect Juan from the most egregious of the abuses perpetrated by some of the more hardened men who lived with them in the common housing.

Rigo was part of a radical organization gaining popularity among the young of Mexico and the southern United States.  Their goal was to overthrow the Mexican government and replace it with a Socialist one.  Rigo was one of the more effective recruiters of the quickly growing movement and Juan was a prime candidate….

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