A couple of years ago I was sitting on my front porch with my family, when suddenly we saw several Jeeps painted in camouflage rumbling down the street. They were driven by men dressed in black and camouflage. We are all Latinos around here, but the men werent. They were much lighter skinned, and some even had blonde hair. It was like we were being invaded by an army. I got really scared and ran inside. The neighbors later said that a man named Rusty was behind all this. They said hed made an armya militiato catch immigrants. They called it Camp Rusty.
Im 15 years old and I live in Brownsville, Texas, a city just across the border from Mexico, where my parents were born. I was born in Brownsville and my parents have U.S residency, but some of my family members dont, even though they live here.
Id known about Rusty for a long time before I saw those Jeeps. The first time I heard of him was when I was about seven years old, when my family and I were coming back from Matamoros, Mexicothats where a lot of my family members live. My mom was talking about what a mean guy Rusty was, how he would call the Border Patrol every time he thought an immigrant was near his house. I actually saw Rusty not long after, at the neighborhood gas station. He was a huge white man with icy blue eyes.
Even today you can find him at the gas station. He goes there every day and stays almost all day long. He drinks coffee and waits for the immigrants to ask him for some help: money or food. They think he is going to help them because he has a Mexican flag along with his American one, on his maroon Ford truck. But instead, he calls the Border Patrol on his cellphone.
I sympathized with everything he was saying, but I know many people whove crossed the river without papers, and they are good people. I didnt understand why Rusty would have a militia on his property (its now disbanded), nor why he would call the Border Patrolhe admitted that he does that. It seems he overgeneralizes about immigrants. A lot of people overgeneralize. But Rusty seemed to have other problems with his mind.
For example, he told me that ISIS had crossed the river right here at Brownsville and were caught by the police, but instead of taking them to the station, Obama sent a bus for them and they disappeared. Another weird thing he told me was that he can tell when someone crossing the river is a Muslim, or a Mohammedan, as Rusty said, just by putting his left hand out. According to him, a Mohammedan will pull back in fear.
This sounded pretty crazy to me. And Rusty didnt seem to understand that the racist things he was saying could hurt people, even people like me. He just wanted to talk and talk nonstop. He seemed really lonely. He said he is in so much pain from his cancer that most nights he cant sleep. I started to wonder how long hed been living alone. I made some bad decisions, he said, and my wife and kids left me.
Im no longer scared of Rusty. In fact, Im planning to go back someday soon, because he told me he was going to take me to look at the border patrol routes. Now I just think of him as pathetic, and someone to feel sorry for. Still, hes a dangerous person in my neighborhood. Hes got his cellphone, a cup of gas station coffee and the Border Patrols phone number.
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That's a brave teen right there, but he sounds like a garden-variety whackjob. It's sad that people like this have so much power to hurt people.