Shane Bauer of Mother Jones went undercover again (and if you missed his first one, he spent time as a prison guard at a private prison - it's a long read, but check it out here.)
This time, he went undercover for a right-wing border militia, and once again it's fascinating and well written.
He also details illegal collusion between Border Patrol agents and these militias.
His new article can be found HERE: http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2016/10/undercover-border-militia-immigration-bauer
Excerpts:
Once again, it's a very long but entertaining (yet absolutely terrifying) read.
Build a wall around me if old.
This time, he went undercover for a right-wing border militia, and once again it's fascinating and well written.
He also details illegal collusion between Border Patrol agents and these militias.
His new article can be found HERE: http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2016/10/undercover-border-militia-immigration-bauer
Excerpts:
"How do you tell a Jew from a Slav?" Jaeger says. "You can't. They're both ashes. Hahaha!" Jaeger's parents are German immigrants. He has dual citizenship, and he's conspicuously proud of his heritage. Some guys call him a Nazi, neither approvingly nor disapprovingly, but in a boys-will-be-boys sort of way.
Ghost comes off as an enforcer, but really he is a man of the people. While Fifty Cal sequesters himself in his trailer, Ghost sits around the fire with his men. He doesn't say much about politics, but on his Facebook page he writes that Hillary Clinton is a "bitch" who "needs to hang from a tall tree until dead dead dead." A lot of the guys don't like either party. "Each of 'em is as corrupt as the other nowadays," Fifty Cal says. Jaeger says he'll be voting for Gary Johnson, the Libertarian candidate. Ghost, however, supports Donald Trump. He tells us he's worried about the day when ISIS integrates with the cartels and starts hopping over the four-foot border fence just south of here. Until Trump is president, Ghost says, we are the wall.
The guys just can't believe how many Muslims there are in the country today. "Saudi fucking Aurora is what it is," Captain Pain says of his hometown in Colorado. "We need to kill more of those motherfuckers. I never seen so many fucking towelheads stateside."
"I remember when the part of Aurora I lived in was just white people," Jaeger says.
Lots of militiamen worry about a UN invasion, but Doc worries the invaders won't actually be wearing blue helmets: They might be undercover. Take the standoff earlier this year, when a bunch of armed patriots occupied the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge in eastern Oregon to protest the federal government's claim over public lands. Doc says there were police there with tactical gear and M4 rifles who wouldn't tell people what agency they were with. "That ain't the way this country works," Doc says. "A law enforcement officer has to identify himself to you." They might have been UN troops. Or they could have been cartel.
When he first heard of the 3UP border operation, "I thought to myself, if I get a little bit of training, I might get more of them"—the blue helmets—"before they get me. Instead of getting 5 or 6, I might get 10 or 12. Or 20. Who knows? I've learned enough now that I might even get a couple dozen."
Late one night in August 2014, heavily armed 3UP members came upon three men on a ridge near this spot. The militiamen shouted to them in Spanish, ordering them to sit and wait. The men hid behind rocks and announced they were American citizens. They made their way back to their campsite and the militiamen followed. The Border Patrol showed up and found that the men were scientists who had been counting bats in a nearby cave.
"You ever get people flipping out?" I ask.
One guy "was ready to pound my ass," Captain Pain said. "He was ready to just fuckin' destroy me."
"What put him over the line?"
A female member of 3UP was in the room, he says. "I fucking had her by the neck with a Taser. I told him if he didn't tell me something I was gonna light her up. He just looked at me, so I lit her up. That's not working, so I get a cattle prod. Lit her up. Hit her in the calf."
They've gotten some complaints. "People were like, 'What the hell, you're running a torture class?'" Showtime says in a high-pitched, mock-weakling voice. He laughs.
When I asked Fifty Cal to comment on the training, he wrote back, "Stories of SERE are greatly exaggerated. Yes, we have a version of SERE; it's more of a gauge of mental awareness than anything to do with torture."
"Everybody that went through it said it was awesome," Ghost told me. "Nobody got hurt. Nobody died."
After about 30 minutes, Iceman wakes up and looks across the valley. "It's hard to believe that just on the other side of that is Mexico," he says. From here, the border fence is a barely perceptible stitch across the land.
"You ever been there?" I ask.
He turns to me and smiles. "Not legally."
"How'd you get there?"
"Hopped the fence." He was out on an op with someone else and they jumped across. "We're like, 'We're in Mexico, dude.'"
"If we hear shots fired, I want to return fire," he says, shrugging his pack onto his shoulders. He moves in close and looks straight into my eyes, his jaw taut. "If I can slay me a body today, I'll be fucking happy," he says.
Once again, it's a very long but entertaining (yet absolutely terrifying) read.
Build a wall around me if old.