By Contributor on July 18, 2014

By Justin Akers Chacon

We need to provide refuge for the children arriving from Central America.

Sending them back to the countries they are fleeing is contrary to the generous ethos of this country.

It also ignores the current and long-term causes of this migration, and the misbegotten U.S. policies that have helped fuel it.

In recent years, the drug war has flared out of control in Central America. While the majority of drug consumption occurs in the United States, the bulk of the violence takes place in Central America.

According to the Los Angeles Times, the homicide rate per 100,000 people in Mexico in 2012 was 21.5, while the rate in Guatemala was 39.9, in El Salvador 41.2, and in Honduras it was a whopping 90.4. (In the United States, it was 4.8.) There has also been a spike across the board in the number of children killed in this violence.

Since 2010, the Obama administration has funded the Central America Regional Security Initiative to arm allied Central American governments to suppress the drug trade.

To date, this initiative has provided nearly $1 billion in military equipment, training and support to fight the war, but has only increased internal violence without stopping drugs or the cartels. Homicide rates have increased nearly 100 percent since its implementation.

Cartels and criminal gangs have grown by recruiting or forcing displaced youth into their ranks. The fear of this conscription — along with the desire to reunite with family and to find work and security — explains the surge of youth fleeing to the United States in recent months.

But youth migration from this region is not new. Successive generations have come from Guatemala, El Salvador and Honduras, where large populations have been displaced by conflicts and failed policies.

Migrants fled during the civil wars of the 1980s, which resulted from deep inequality and extreme poverty. Small oligarchies owned the land and kept national wealth within their families. These oligarchies were kept in power by the military, which the United States supported.

Under the guise of the Cold War, successive U.S. administrations provided more than $1 billion of aid to these repressive governments. The United Nations estimates that 75,000 people were killed in El Salvador and more than 200,000 in Guatemala, as the militaries conducted “dirty wars” against their own people.

Since the aftermath of the civil wars, the United States has imposed “free trade” policies on Central America. This has flooded these much smaller economies with U.S. imports, which have displaced farmers and workers, while enriching foreign corporations and local elites. With the implementation of the Central American and Dominican Republic Free Trade Agreement in 2006, economic distress has accelerated.

As a result, hundreds of thousands of small farming families and urban poor have been pushed to migrate north to find work.

We can’t detach this history from the arrival of Central American refugees to the United States.

We shouldn’t send these children back to a violent fate. We should welcome them with open arms.


Justin Akers Chacon is a professor of U.S. history and Chicano studies in San Diego. He can be reached at pmproj@progressive.org. Copyright Justin Akers Chacon

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By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.


Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).


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