By Stephen Young
By Stephen Young
By Stephen Young
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After Inocencio got his green card in the amnesty plan passed by the Reagan-era government, Inocencio traveled freely back and forth to Guerrero. Soon, only his parents would remain the village. Everyone else in the family had opted to Go North. In 1994, Inocencio moved back to Phoenix, where most of his siblings now lived.
He began to think about settling down. The Budweiser and the bailes no longer interested him. The young women in the bars bored him.
He was changing physically, he could see it. Growing a little fat. When he combed his thick black hair in front of the mirror, hed spy one or two threads of grey. Smile lines were beginning to etch into the tawny skin on his face.
In 1999, on one of his trips south to see his parents, he ran into Araceli, the smart girl who used to bring corn to the mill.
She was the same age as Inocencio, and she intrigued him.
She was so different from the girls at the Phoenix bailes.
She didnt wear a lot of makeup some days she didnt wear any makeup at all. She had a no-nonsense, almost brusque way of talking. She wasnt much for chitchat. And sometimes, when Inocencio cracked a joke, she didnt laugh.
Araceli had gone to school for twelve years, and had trained as a social worker. After she graduated, shed gotten an excellent job offer to be a social worker in a larger town, but her mother wouldnt let her accept it. Araceli was bitterly disappointed, but she obeyed her mother. As a reward for her obedience, Aracelis family set her up with a corner store in the village. The years passed, other girls married. Araceli remained single.
When Inocencio proposed, she thought: Why should I be single the rest of my life?
One night in April, 2000, a few days after shed married her husband in Guerrero, Araceli prepared to cross into Arizona through the desert in sandals.
Araceli had bunions; close-toed shoes never fit. She could do this thing in sandals, she told herself. And she did, for a few hours, until the Border Patrol picked her up, along with the rest of her group.
Inocencio had been monitoring Aracelis progress, and met her when she stepped off the Border Patrol bus at the Mexican border. He took her to Nogales, where a deal was struck with a different coyote. This time Araceli would attempt to cross using the borrowed visa of a Mexican citizen. Inocencio agreed to pay the smuggler $2,000 if his bride crossed successfully.
There were probably a lot of reasons that Araceli didnt raise the suspicion of the American officials who checked her visa. She was a small woman with shoulder length brown hair and light skin. She must have resembled the woman whose picture was attached to the visa she borrowed. For sure, she didnt look like Inocencio or other dark-skinned indigenous-looking immigrants entering the United States from southern Mexico. Her Spanish showed she had schooling, and many immigrants who were pouring into Arizona at the time didnt have a lot of schooling. Whats more, all those years of being a shopkeeper had taught her to keep a neutral expression on her face because you cant judge the customer for what he buys. She had nerves of steel. She had confronted thieves whod tried to steal from her store in the village, why should she back down when border officials tried to trip her up on her story?
She crossed the border, and soon she and Inocencio were in Phoenix.
Araceli hated Phoenix.
The city was hot, noisy, crime-ridden, spread out, impersonal, lonely. Inocencios siblings lived close to him, but Aracelis three sisters and five brothers were back in Guerrero.
There was no one she could confide in. She missed her little store and the rivers and mountains and the tall cacti grabbing at the sky with their thick green arms. She couldnt speak English, so the Anglos were a mystery to her.
One day soon after shed arrived, Araceli looked Inocencio in the eye and said: Im going back home.
But she didnt go back because as arrangements were being worked out for the return journey she found out she was pregnant. In the span of three years, she had two children, a daughter well call Mitzi and a son well call Jack. And of course, once her American citizen kids were born, she knew shed probably never live again in Mexico.
Araceli and Inocencio now lived in a mixed-status family.
She was an unauthorized immigrant; he was a legal permanent resident; the kids were citizens. In Phoenix and across the nation, such mixed-status families were becoming common. Increased border enforcement made border crossings more dangerous and smuggling fees more expensive. It was just too costly and dangerous for migrants to visit their families in Mexico, as they had done for decades. Instead, wives joined their husbands in the United States and had American kids. In 2009, the Pew Hispanic Center reported that about 73 percent of the children of undocumented immigrants were American citizens.