The Straits Times: ‘What’s worse than the job is the humiliation we face’

Mr Pedanna G waiting for work at his usual place near the fish market of a middle-class neighbourhood in south Bangalore. Photo: Arvind Dev.

To mark World News Day on September 28, 2022, the World News Day campaign is sharing stories that have had a significant social impact. This particular story, which was shared by The Straits Times (Singapore) and was first published on March 8, 2021.

India’s sewer cleaners speak up on their caste-ridden occupation, outlawed but not eradicated.

BANGALORE – Mr Pedanna G had just put his feet up on the bed in his two-room house in Bangalore when his phone rang for the fourth time that Sunday.

“Another person with a blocked toilet,” he said, hopping off the bed and slipping on his khaki work shirt and mask. Even before he had reached the end of the street, his phone rang again. It was the same person, confirming if Mr Pedanna was on his way. Could he hurry please? Could he take an autorickshaw instead of the bus?

“Rich people panic when their loo is overflowing. That is when they need me the most,” said Mr Pedanna, 55.

Mr Pedanna G waiting for work at his usual place near the fish market of a middle-class neighbourhood in south Bangalore. Photo: Arvind Dev.
Mr Pedanna G waiting for work at his usual place near the fish market of a middle-class neighbourhood in south Bangalore. Photo: Arvind Dev.

The man on the phone called Mr Pedanna “anna” (older brother), but after 20 years of cleaning toilets, drains and manholes, he knew that it was lip service.

As soon as clean water began to gush through the pipes and the customer was flooded with relief, their hierarchies would snap back in place.

“I just hope he gives me fair wages,” Mr Pedanna said, hailing a tuk-tuk, whose fare he hoped the customer would pay. He usually charges 1,000 rupees (S$18.30) per cleaning job, but without fixed wages, payments are always uncertain for freelance workers like him.

A caste-ridden curse

Mr Pedanna is what India calls a manual scavenger.

In cities and villages, it is common to see men and women cleaning latrines and sewers using brooms, sticks and, often, bare hands. These workers manually carry and dispose of human excreta from streets, gutters and septic tanks in homes, offices and hospitals. Some enter manholes with sewage water up to their necks to unclog pipes.

The work remains essential due to the country’s inadequate sewerage system and lack of home toilets, which leads to open defecation.

In rural India and slums, a third of the people relieve themselves in the streets and open fields.

Even in urban areas, only 30 per cent of households have toilets connected to waterborne sewer systems. Common latrines are often little more than holes in the ground, and when they get full, someone is needed to clear them out. Where it exists, the sewerage system is often old and easily clogged.

Some cities such as Bangalore have mechanised systems to fix major blockages, and corporations are banned from using manual cleaners.

But in old or rapidly growing neighbourhoods without proper drainage systems, people still call for someone to put their hand into faecal sludge or jump into a sewer to manually unclog it.

Mr Pedanna removing a manhole cover to find the source of a blockage. PHOTO: Arvind Dev.
Mr Pedanna removing a manhole cover to find the source of a blockage. PHOTO: Arvind Dev.

Unless poor, most Indians tend to employ someone else to clean their toilets and, by extension, their sewers. In a caste-ridden society, this work was often forced upon a sub-group of Dalits, a marginalised community of former untouchables.

To repair centuries of oppression, India today penalises such caste discrimination and has a system of affirmative action. The present Indian president is a Dalit man.

But to this day, Dalits in the country remain poor and shunned by society. The most oppressed groups among them are forced to clean sewers.

The work is disgusting – and dangerous.

In the past five years to December last year, 340 people have died from inhaling noxious fumes or slipping in manholes.

Thousands of others such as Mr Pedanna have had wounds and cuts all over their hands and legs, chronic aches and breathing difficulties. Unlike sanitation workers, they get no equipment or protective gear.

“But what hurts most of all is the humiliation we are subjected to,” said Mr Pedanna.

It is not uncommon for people to abuse or beat him up. As he waited for a cup of tea at a small shop, the store owner kept a wide distance and put the water jug away to prevent him from drinking from it.

“People hurl insults at my caste. When I take the bus, some don’t let me sit. Maybe I stink. Some won’t give me water to drink or wash my hands. Frankly, it is very painful. I keep a smiling face but at the end of the day, I feel depressed,” Mr Pedanna said.

“Why am I stuck doing this job?”

Forced underground

Manual scavenging is perhaps modern India’s greatest shame. Recognised as a form of slavery, it was outlawed in 1993. Since then, it has been illegal for anyone to employ manual scavengers.

Still, thousands continue to manually clear sewers and toilets due to their poverty and place in the caste hierarchy.

Officially, their numbers have dropped from 770,338 in 2008 to about 48,000 in January last year. But activists say this is a gross under-assessment, and put the number closer to around 1.2 million. The Socio-Economic Caste Census of 2011 has also identified 182,505 Indian households with the primary occupation of manual scavenging.

Incomplete and half-hearted surveys seek to make an already invisible community disappear from the records, said Mr Bezwada Wilson, one of the founders of the Safai Karmachari Andolan, a nationwide movement to eradicate manual scavenging.

A cesspit bubbling with toxic fumes. Sewer cleaners are sometimes forced to physically enter these holes to unclog the sewerage system. Photo: Arvind Dev.
A cesspit bubbling with toxic fumes. Sewer cleaners are sometimes forced to physically enter these holes to unclog the sewerage system. Photo: Arvind Dev.
A latrine chamber being cleared out in a Bangalore neighbourhood. Photo: Arvind Dev.
A latrine chamber being cleared out in a Bangalore neighbourhood. Photo: Arvind Dev.

A November 2019 report by the World Health Organisation found that the Indian government’s attempts to show fewer Indians engaged in this dehumanising work had only driven manual scavenging underground.

Ms Vani Nagendrappa, managing director of a company the Karnataka state government formed in 2016 to offer loans and support to sanitation workers to shift to other jobs, said: “We do public awareness campaigns to inform citizens that if they employ manual cleaners for their homes, they will be jailed. But they continue to call them out of ignorance and habit, and the workers continue to go.

“We need citizens to report where it is happening for us to be able to stop it,” she said.

Dignity neither in life nor death

The workers’ lack of bargaining power, illiteracy, social vulnerability and poverty, combined with weak legal oversight, have led to the worst, riskiest sanitation jobs such as sewer cleaning being subcontracted to temporary, informal workers.

Mr Narayanswamy Muniappa lost his 25-year-old son to the job years ago. He says he never received compensation for his son's death. Photo: Arvind Dev.
Mr Narayanswamy Muniappa lost his 25-year-old son to the job years ago. He says he never received compensation for his son’s death. Photo: Arvind Dev.

Manual scavengers working independently under the radar have no protections or safety nets.

Mr Narayanswamy Muniappa, a 66-year-old sewer cleaner, lost his 25-year-old son to the same job two decades ago.

“The municipality contractor had forced my son to enter a manhole. He felt faint due to the gases and fell. He drowned in the sewage before his partner pulled him out,” said Mr Narayanswamy, who cannot forget the black sludge oozing from his son’s nostrils throughout the funeral.

Accidents from losing consciousness and death by asphyxiation in septic tanks and sewers, pit collapse or falling masonry and wounds from sharp debris are shockingly frequent.

If a worker dies while performing such work, even with safety gear and other precautions, the police are required to investigate the case and get the employer to pay a million rupees to the family.

Mr Narayanswamy tried to collect the compensation, but the municipality asked for proof that his son was indeed hired for pit cleaning by the said employer. The municipality claimed the young man had died because he was drunk.

“I didn’t have the energy, money or time to fight it,” said Mr Narayanswamy. Since that day, however, he has kept a notebook with a neat list of names and addresses of people who call him for work. “If the police ask me for proof that I do this work, I will show them this,” he said.

He also quit drinking, a harder decision for pit cleaners than most can imagine.

Mr Munisamy Katappa, a 70-year-old worker in Mr Narayanswamy’s neighbourhood, said: “I drink so that I can endure the horrid stink of excrement, and the disgust and humiliation I feel.”

He nursed a swollen hand that had been cut by a piece of glass in a toilet chamber some weeks ago.

Many like him also work at night to avoid neighbours’ objections or ugly abuses.

These common practices exacerbate the risk of accidents.

In 2019 alone, even as India expanded a nationwide Clean India Mission to end open defecation, build toilets for homes in poor areas and mechanise sewage cleaning, 110 people died while cleaning sewers and septic tanks.

In the past decade, the average toll has been one or two each week killed by toxic fumes and accidents in slippery manholes.

Despite stringent provisions, few police complaints are filed when a manual scavenger dies, and employers who illegally force workers to climb into sewers often go scot-free.

“If employers force us to work without safety gear or go inside a manhole, we are helpless,” Mr Munisamy said.

Mr Munisamy Katappa at home with his family. He says he drinks so he can "endure the horrid stink of excrement, and the disgust and humiliation" that he feels. Photo: Arvind Dev.
Mr Munisamy Katappa at home with his family. He says he drinks so he can “endure the horrid stink of excrement, and the disgust and humiliation” that he feels. Photo: Arvind Dev.

Hard to break out

India introduced rehabilitation packages and skills training workshops in 2013 to manual scavengers who wanted to quit – one-time cash assistance of 40,000 rupees and loans of up to 1.5 million rupees at low interest. Last year, the Indian government also launched the Safaimitra Suraksha Challenge, which aims to completely mechanise all septic and sewage tank cleaning operations in 243 cities across India by the end of this month.

But these policies have had little impact on the ground.

“The government gives the families of the manual scavengers 1 million rupees if they die at work, but what use is that? For them and their children to survive, the government should give them 5 million rupees and a decent job,” said Mrs Shakuntalamma, a social worker with the Safai Karamchari Kavalu Samiti, a committee that monitors manual scavenging in Karnataka.

“If the workers are illiterate, at least give jobs and a loan to their children. That would bring real change. Instead, we see no rehabilitation, and every day, people die in the sewers.”

Of the 87,913 manual scavengers identified in a 2018 survey in 14 towns, for instance, only 27,268 received any form of help from the Social Justice Ministry in charge of the rehabilitation programme. Activists say the programme is made redundant by too much bureaucracy and corruption.

At a union meeting in February in Bangalore, dozens of experienced sanitation workers who qualified for the state rehabilitation package said they had found the paperwork daunting.

Mr Munisamy's teenage granddaughter Chandana helping him put on his gloves before he heads out for work. Photo: Arvind Dev.
Mr Munisamy’s teenage granddaughter Chandana helping him put on his gloves before he heads out for work. Photo: Arvind Dev.

Ms Nagendrappa said manual scavenging is largely fuelled by individuals and private businesses, and that the government uses only mechanised cleaning equipment. But the sanitation workers said the government cannot absolve itself of responsibility.

They asked why they were not included in the nationwide shift to mechanised sewer cleaning.

“The sewage department trained us one year ago to operate the jet-cleaner, but when residents call them for a cleaning, they rarely take us along. Private contractors who own the machines employ their own set of workers,” explained one worker.

Hopes for the next generation

It is no surprise that many manual scavengers pin all their hopes on their children.

“My kids and grandchildren should be educated so they get other job opportunities. That is my wish,” said Mr Munisamy.

His granddaughter Chandana, 17, said she wants to become a lawyer, if only “to shame all the people who call us names, close their nose when we pass by and don’t think of us as humans”.

“First, people left my grandfather no option but to clean their excrement, and then they said they won’t touch us because we are dirty,” she said. “We all have the same blood, eat the same food. I wish people would see human ability, and not box us in by caste.”

Mr Pedanna’s son Ravindra Kumar, 26, holds a bachelor’s degree in commerce, but found work only as a part-time garbage collector for the municipality.

“Once new employers know what caste we belong to, they refuse to give us anything other than sanitation work. But I want manual scavenging to end with my father. I will never do it,” he said.

After five jobs that Sunday, Mr Pedanna vigorously washed his hands and legs, and sat down.

As Mr Ravindra massaged his father’s calves with medicated oil, he said: “As a boy, I was ashamed to tell people that my father is a sewer cleaner. But now I know that he is actually a public servant, like a doctor or a policeman. I just wish people would respect him.”

The Straits Times: ‘I wanted to escape this life by hiding who I was’

Professor Risa Kumamoto as a little girl, with her mother and younger brother. PHOTO: COURTESY OF RISA KUMAMOTO.

To mark World News Day on September 28, 2022, the World News Day campaign is sharing stories that have had a significant social impact. This particular story, which was shared by The Straits Times (Singapore) and was first published on March 8, 2021.

Japan’s ‘untouchables’ – descendants of a shunned caste from a long-gone era – are still ostracised in modern times purely because of their lineage.

TOKYO/NIKKO (TOCHIGI) – “Growing up, I was embarrassed by myself, by my family and by my living conditions.

“I was embarrassed by my grandmother, who could not read and write because she did not go to school. I was embarrassed by the jobs held by my neighbours. I was embarrassed by how my house was very small, rundown and shabby.

“I kept wanting to escape this life.”

Professor Risa Kumamoto, 48, has indeed come a long way from her childhood home – a hamlet of shunned “untouchables” – and escaped the grips of oppressive poverty and outright discrimination.

Professor Risa Kumamoto as a little girl, with her mother and younger brother. PHOTO: COURTESY OF RISA KUMAMOTO.
Professor Risa Kumamoto as a little girl, with her mother and younger brother. Photo: Courtesy of Risa Kumamoto.
A burakumin settlement in the early 1950s. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.
A burakumin settlement in the early 1950s. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.

 

Burakumin, meaning “hamlet people”, are the underclass in a centuries-old social hierarchy that is a relic of the feudal shogunate era. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.
Burakumin, meaning “hamlet people”, are the underclass in a centuries-old social hierarchy that is a relic of the feudal shogunate era. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.

While no longer shackled by these visible identifiers, the burakumin were, for generations, stuck in lowly paid jobs, with poor educational opportunities and living in rundown housing.

Prof Kumamoto recalled never inviting friends home. On the way home together with her schoolmates, she would alight several bus stops away from her hamlet and walk the rest of the way home. “I just didn’t want them to know that I am burakumin.”

The pain of being burakumin hit home early in life for her. She was six when her parents’ marriage crumbled under social pressure.

“My mother was from a burakumin family in Fukuoka. My father wasn’t. There was huge opposition from my father’s family when they got married. After that, as husband and wife, they were looked down upon. Many things added up over time, leading up to divorce.”

The split made her acutely conscious of being burakumin, even as she and her mother continued living in the hamlet in Fukuoka. Thanks to government policies to help burakumin, she was able to get an education, but her ancestry continued to dog her.

Prof Kumamoto vividly remembers how, in university, her then boyfriend told her to hide her identity. “He told me, ‘You are a good person, but it is better not to mention your burakumin background to my family for your own good. This isn’t discrimination, but mentioning it draws unnecessary attention to it, so it is just better not to talk about it at all.’”

Burakumin households damaged by non-burakumin people in 1925. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.
Burakumin households damaged by non-burakumin people in 1925. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.

 

About 3,000 non-burakumin attacked 15 households of burakumin in Serada village, in Gunma prefecture. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.
About 3,000 non-burakumin attacked 15 households of burakumin in Serada village, in Gunma prefecture. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.

Hiding in plain sight

While buraku hamlets have been torn down in areas around and north of Tokyo, they still exist, albeit with facilities modernised and gates torn down, in western Japan areas such as Osaka and Kyoto.

Available official figures, from 1993, indicate that 4,442 such communities existed nationwide.

Today, the Japanese government recognises only those who still live in those hamlets as burakumin – about 900,000, by official estimates.

The Buraku Liberation League (BLL), however, said the actual number is closer to three million.

Many have long moved out of those hamlets and sought jobs without the stigma of what their forefathers had to do.

While most burakumin are no longer recognisable by their jobs or their addresses, prejudice against them manifests in both overt and covert forms.

They have been sent death threats, had their homes vandalised with obscene graffiti or been called names like “scum” and “maggots” on social media. There have also been cases where burakumin were purportedly targeted as convenient scapegoats for crimes without any evidence.

Mr Taro Murasaki, 59, who runs the Osaru Land theme park in Nikko, north of Tokyo, followed in his father’s footsteps as a monkey trainer – one of the so-called “unclean” trades associated with burakumin.

He said people sometimes still refer to him derogatorily as “aiitsu” – or “that person” – presumably because of his caste and profession.

Mr Taro Murasaki, a burakumin who runs the Osaru Land theme park in Nikko, north of Tokyo. Photo: Walter Sim.
Mr Taro Murasaki, a burakumin who runs the Osaru Land theme park in Nikko, north of Tokyo. Photo: Walter Sim.

In less-overt cases, burakumin can be bypassed for promotions at work, shunned by their associates or excluded from gatherings with friends. They may also be subject to background checks in employment or marriage.

Family registers kept at town halls could be accessed freely until just decades ago, while old documents with names and addresses of burakumin continue to be circulated on the black market.

Many burakumin will remember how the late former chief Cabinet secretary Hiromu Nonaka was blocked from becoming prime minister when political elite Taro Aso, who is now finance minister, said in 2001: “Are we really going to let ‘those people’ become the leader of Japan?”

BLL vice-chairman Akiyuki Kataoka, 72, told ST that many burakumin conceal their lineage to avoid societal discrimination. It is also common, he added, for many to have chosen not to tell their children of their ancestry in order to protect them.

A special law was passed in 1969 to provide public housing, public health and education facilities and scholarships for the burakumin, who had been routinely neglected for education, jobs and welfare benefits. Some 15 trillion yen (S$184 billion) was spent over 33 years until the law lapsed in 2002.

Preferential placement programmes also helped burakumin secure places in school and municipal jobs, helping their social mobility.

But sociologist Ryushi Uchida of Kansai University told The Straits Times that the law has been perceived as affirmative action by some and fuelled discrimination, while it has also been exploited by some burakumin with links to the yakuza mob. “There have been questions like: ‘Why do those people deserve special treatment?’”

Same case, different place

For Prof Kumamoto, her decision to come out as burakumin came about after she went to Canada to further her studies in the 1990s. Meeting indigenous peoples, immigrants and sexual minorities, she “saw how they had a history of fighting against discrimination”.

A home bearing graffiti with discriminatory messages against burakumin people in Kishiwada city in Osaka, in the 1990s. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.
A home bearing graffiti with discriminatory messages against burakumin people in Kishiwada city in Osaka, in the 1990s. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.

It was a huge turning point for her. “Instead of running away, discrimination must be confronted head-on,” she said.

“In the past, I ran away. I hid. I was disgusted by my lineage. But now, I see that my friends can look at society through me. And they can learn about history from my experiences.”

Still, “there is a difference between ‘choosing to come out’ and ‘being outed’ ”, she said, using terms regularly used by the LGBTQ (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer) community – terms also often used by the burakumin in Japan.

The fact is, efforts to ferret out the burakumin still persist, often in the name of academic research and freedom of speech.

Some 248 persons of burakumin lineage – some of them professors and some others businessmen – have brought a class-action lawsuit against publisher Tatsuhiko Miyabe, 42, for disseminating their names and addresses online. A verdict is due in September.

One of the plaintiffs is Mrs Tami Kamikawa, 41. Her parents were born in buraku communities in Mie and Osaka prefecture, and had met after moving to Tokyo as young adults in the hope of more favourable prospects.

They would have hoped for their daughter to not live through discrimination for being burakumin, but Mrs Kamikawa, who founded non-profit group Buraku Heritage in 2011 to counter the spread of hatred, said hate speech is still disseminated online.

Mrs Tami Kamikawa founded non-profit group Buraku Heritage in 2011 to counter the spread of hatred. Photo: Walter Sim.
Mrs Tami Kamikawa founded non-profit group Buraku Heritage in 2011 to counter the spread of hatred. Photo: Walter Sim.

She, too, has struggled with micro aggression in the form of people who deny the struggles of her lineage.

She recalled being upfront about her identity and the struggles her family had faced to her friends and teachers in school. She only learnt about the existence of her aunt in secondary school, after her father told her that she had severed all ties with the family as a condition for marriage – to prepare her for the types of discrimination she may face.

She raised this with her teacher in school, but was plainly accused of exaggerating her concerns.

She recalled being told: “Such buraku prejudice is a historical issue. You must be lying if you say this still exists.”

Mrs Kamikawa told ST: “There are a lot of pent-up feelings from when I have been told to stop imagining things.”

She has not, however, been imagining things.

A government survey in 2017 found that just 11.8 per cent of Japanese believe burakumin discrimination no longer exists, with 40.1 per cent seeing such prejudice in marriage and 23.5 per cent in jobs.

Another, by the Tokyo metropolitan government in 2014, found that 26.6 per cent would oppose their children marrying someone of burakumin lineage.

When it is not just free speech

Led by the ruling Liberal Democratic Party (LDP), the Diet passed an Act in 2016 to “promote the elimination of buraku discrimination”.

The law recognises “the fact that buraku discrimination still exists even today and that the situation has evolved with the increasing use of the Internet”, and seeks to “improve the understanding of each and every citizen on the need to eliminate buraku discrimination”.

It does not, however, impose any punitive measures, and lawmaker Tsuyoshi Yamaguchi, 66, who heads the LDP’s sub-committee on buraku issues, acknowledged that the law is “not forceful enough”.

Mr Tsuyoshi Yamaguchi, a lawmaker who heads the LDP’s sub-committee on buraku issues, believes the laws against burakumin discrimination need to have more bite. Photo: Walter Sim.
Mr Tsuyoshi Yamaguchi, a lawmaker who heads the LDP’s sub-committee on buraku issues, believes the laws against burakumin discrimination need to have more bite. Photo: Walter Sim.

“There is still discrimination when burakumin are getting married or finding jobs. We need to hasten our efforts for more effective laws,” the six-term lawmaker, whose ward in Hyogo prefecture is home to many buraku industries like leather production, told ST.

Mr Yamaguchi, who is not of buraku lineage, added that even the passage of the watered-down law was problematic.

“The idea of including prohibitive clauses was contentious in the LDP, especially among the more conservative and in the face of the ‘freedom of speech’ counter argument,” he said.

“The law only came into being because (secretary-general Toshihiro) Nikai was driving it. Even (then Prime Minister Shinzo) Abe used to oppose it.”

Asked if Japan was ready for a prime minister of buraku heritage, Mr Yamaguchi told ST: “If one’s great-great-great-grandparent lived in a buraku community, who cares?”

Some municipalities have been more progressive in terms of anti-prejudice ordinances.

Kawasaki, to the south of Tokyo, which is home to a large zainichi (ethnic Korean) population, became the first municipality to ban hate speech last year. Last month, Mie prefecture became the first municipality in Japan to ban the outing of LGBTQ individuals.

For abattoir worker Yuki Miyazaki, this offers a ray of hope for eradicating discrimination against burakumin.

“This momentum must spread nationwide,” he told ST. “Some people defend discrimination as their right of free speech. But how can one person’s rights come at the expense of another’s?”

Mr Miyazaki, 38, who has been working at the Shibaura Meat Market in Tokyo for 20 years, wields a deft hand at preparing cuts of pricey wagyu beef. He has had slurs thrown his way because of his profession – even before he came out as burakumin.

Burakumin children. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.
Burakumin children. Photo: Buraku Liberation and Human Rights Research Institute.

“People can do anything they want to me, but if they attack my two children, I can’t always be there to protect them. I am cautious about revealing my identity because I need to keep them safe. This is a shame as I am proud of my roots and my work.”

Calling for more education at all levels of society, he said: “There is a school of thought that the problem will eventually wither up and disappear if people keep silent, with the idea of ‘not waking up a sleeping child’. I don’t think so. It is important to tell people accurately about history and reality, and have them face up to their own prejudices.”

In the spotlight

Mr Murasaki, the monkey theme park owner, recalled: “When I was young, I always had trouble meeting or dating girls. Once their families knew of my background, they always stopped their daughters from going out with me.”

He took on the job knowing full well that it would be a clear marker of his status as an “untouchable”.

Mr Taro Murasaki and monkeys from his theme park. Photo: Walter Sim.
Mr Taro Murasaki and monkeys from his theme park. Photo: Walter Sim.

In time, Mr Murasaki found fame appearing on television in his 20s, showing off his monkeys performing skits and playing football and table hockey.

Besides operating his theme park in the city of Nikko, north of Tokyo, since 2015, he and his simian troupe have also been invited to perform abroad.

Despite the insults that he sometimes encounters, he will not hide his lineage.

“With a rise in awareness in human rights and anti-discrimination movements, I want to be true to myself. Rather than hiding in the shadows, it is important to push society to realise there is no reason behind its prejudices,” he said.

“Isn’t it unbelievable that a democratic country like Japan is so stuck?”

Toronto Star: One ceiling collapsed. And a whole community was torn apart

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To mark World News Day on September 28, 2022, the World News Day campaign is sharing stories that have had a significant social impact. This particular story, which was shared by the Toronto Star, was published on August 7, 2022. 

Within weeks, hundreds of Toronto Community Housing residents were forced to leave their homes and scattered across the city, facing an uncertain future. Inside the disaster at Swansea Mews.

Penny Fisher wasn’t finished packing yet, but the movers were already ferrying bins and boxes through her garden to the U-Hauls parked out front, their hard hats a reminder of the danger lurking inside her townhouse.

This had been her home for more than a decade: the place where she and her family had hung clocks and curiosities on the walls, painted their living room a deep shade of red and tended to the lush garden now surrounded by cardboard boxes. Two months ago, she couldn’t imagine leaving. Now she had no choice.

The move had to happen today — not just because the heavy concrete panels in her ceiling were liable to collapse at any moment, but also because hundreds of other people had to move out of her west-end complex.

Still, Fisher paused amid the packing. “I didn’t think it’d feel like home,” she said quietly. But little by little, the public housing unit, where her family had planted currant, rhubarb and blueberry bushes out front, had come to feel like hers.

Now, at 58, she would be starting over in an apartment on the other side of the city, with an untouched patch of grass outside. She didn’t know if she’d be allowed to turn over the soil and bring it to life.

Maybe one day, she thought, she could return to Swansea Mews, the complex thrown into turmoil by a disaster in May. But she predicted that repairing Swansea — which had been crumbling for years — would prove too difficult, and that new buildings would take its place. She pointed to subtle signs of disrepair, drawing a nail along a bedroom wall to show how the paint peeled away.

“Normally, I wouldn’t do that,” Fisher said. “But this is all going to be destroyed.”

The exodus from Swansea Mews began in the early hours of May 27, when a heavy slab of concrete broke loose from the ceiling of a townhouse. It landed on and seriously injured a resident, who was taken to hospital. Word of the disaster spread fast, as neighbours gathered and Toronto Community Housing Corp. staff went door to door.

Further collapses across the complex couldn’t be ruled out; in the ensuing weeks, two more ceilings failed under testing by engineers. Everyone in Swansea should leave, TCHC said, but with the order lacking legal authority, many chose to stay, unable to accept temporary accommodations or pack up on short notice.

The city issued an emergency order, warning that it could apply to courts for permission to remove residents by force if necessary. While tenants were initially told they’d have to leave for two weeks, the evacuation soon became indefinite.

Swansea Mews, a winding maze of townhomes just west of High Park, quickly became a picture of mass disruption: a community of some 400 people suddenly uprooted and scattered across the city. In the span of a few weeks, some were forced to move repeatedly — to motels, college dormitories, Regent Park apartments that were once slated for demolition — while waiting for a new home.

The long-term relocation process began, via a video link, one June evening. Candy-coloured plastic eggs were placed in a bingo spinner and then plucked out, one by one. Each egg contained a unit number at Swansea, and the order in which they were drawn determined which households would get first pick of available units elsewhere.

As that process unfolded, the Star has followed Penny Fisher and several of her neighbours in Swansea Mews. While each of their stories is unique, they are bound by a shared sense of confusion, anxiety and loss. Residents say they are being forced to leave not only their condemned units, but a community with a shared history. Their current limbo has felt, to many, like yet another symptom of the broken housing their families have dealt with for years.

At a June 23 meeting with city building officials who issued the emergency evacuation order, tenants pleaded for a clearer plan. Fisher sat with a clipboard in the front row.

For her family, leaving immediately felt impossible, because any of the short-term alternatives came with a hitch. All the pet-friendly options she was given at the time — her family has four cats — were in other cities. But family members with complex health needs had to stay near their medical supports in Toronto.

So, they waited in Swansea Mews for the longer-term solutions — despite the roof over their heads being declared unsafe.

“Who is going to give us the answers? We’ve been talking about this for four weeks now,” one woman cried out at the meeting. City officials replied repeatedly that they couldn’t answer questions about the relocation process, only about their own emergency order to evacuate.

“Everyone has understood from day one that the place was unsafe. That’s not why the majority of Swansea residents that are here are still here. Most have been trying to leave,” said Marcell Wilson, a community advocate and former resident who was aiding the tenants.

“What they’d like is to be moved in a humane fashion.”

After the meeting, TCHC staff handed out brown envelopes with lists of potential longer-term units. Tenants were to rank those choices, then the public housing agency would give them offers based on the order established in the lottery draw.

Fisher tore open her envelope and thumbed through the pages. The first potential address wasn’t bad, but she wrinkled her nose at others, which seemed either too far away or too unsafe.

Ewa Gojzewa, Fisher’s next-door neighbour, had lived in her Swansea Mews home for 25 years. She’d always assumed she and her husband could stay there until they needed seniors housing.

“My daughter is still with us — she’s in university,” Gojzewa told the Star, proudly adding she was training to be a nurse. “For her, for us, it’s terrible. It’s ruining our life.”

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In a York University dormitory the next day, Charlene Ramos tried to shield her six-year-old daughter from the stress of losing their home, by framing the temporary stay as a vacation.

It seemed to be working. On a patch of grass outside, her daughter spun in circles as butterfly-shaped beads spilled from the pockets of her backpack. Inside, the girl showed off her “office” — a small table with colouring books and a fire-engine-red chair.

But there were cracks in the facade. The move reminded Ramos of having to hurriedly leave what she said was an unhealthy living situation years ago. “It reminds me of those bad memories,” she said, her voice breaking before she steadied herself.

“Why is Mama crying?” her daughter asked. “My tummy hurts,” Ramos assured her.

While Ramos had wanted to leave Swansea Mews soon after the ceiling fell, worried for the safety of her little girl and 17-year-old son, their exit had been tumultuous. The family was offered a hotel room but arrived, in the early morning hours, to find just one bed.

They went back to Swansea, and she checked in with TCHC staff, sharing text messages with the Star that reveal an anxious wait. Finally, they were offered a pair of dorm rooms: one for Ramos and her daughter, another for her son.

Her daughter packed a kite and a hardcover book about a crocodile and an alligator, as Ramos gathered their essentials. They spent the first night without warm blankets, with the air conditioning on full blast, until Ramos finally taped over the vents to stop the chill.

She commuted back to the Swansea area each day for work, preparing food at a secondary school for students with intellectual disabilities. What was once a 15-minute commute had more than doubled. That day, she rose before 6 a.m. to get ready, climbing into her car around 6:45.

Her family would be displaced again: their lease at the York dormitory expired before TCHC found them a long-term spot. Like many of their Swansea neighbours, they moved in July to a Regent Park apartment that had previously been marked for demolition.

Also among the Regent Park transplants were Nasra Ahmed and her kids, who had already been shuffled from a Jane and Finch motel to a Humber College dormitory. Regent Park was better than the earlier spots, Ahmed said — at least there, they lived in a proper unit. It felt less temporary.

Still, losing their home cut deep. “I’m overwhelmed,” Ahmed said before moving to Regent Park. “It’s just the displacement of it … the unknown of how long I’m going to be homeless.”

Tammy Whipe and her two teenagers were in Regent Park, too, having come from the York dorms like Ramos. “It’s been a complete mess,” she said one afternoon, while waiting for an update on a long-term lease in north Scarborough. The process felt slower than it should, and she had questions that weren’t being answered.

The Regent Park unit was fairly clean, Whipe acknowledged. But after what happened in Swansea, she found herself noticing small problems more acutely.

She wasn’t the only one. In her York dorm room, Ramos had been staring at part of the ceiling that seemed to bulge out. “Is that a crack?”

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Engineers who inspected Swansea Mews after the May 27 collapse said the fault in the ceiling had likely been present since the complex was built nearly 50 years ago.

The ceilings that failed appeared to have been poured as two separate layers of concrete, with an adhesive between them, instead of the single layer engineers expected to find. When that adhesive failed, the bottom layer broke clean away.

The city and TCHC both say they were unaware of the fault until disaster struck. But it’s unquestionable that Swansea Mews, which dates from the early 1970s, had been in a broken state for years. Fragments of brick had tumbled from above residents’ front doors, leading TCHC to put metal scaffolding outside numerous units. Other metal supports propped up the ceiling of the parking garage, where water gushed from a pipe.

Some tenants took matters into their own hands. One described jamming a scouring pad into a hole in the wall, then filling the cracks with silicone to keep out mice.

A ceiling had previously collapsed, too, according to TCHC — though that time, it was drywall, not concrete, that fell. (Staff believe the incident was caused by a leaking pipe.) In other extreme cases, Swansea tenants had already been forced to evacuate damaged homes.

Ayan Kailie’s unit flooded, and the lingering dampness turned to mould. She and her kids had been promised a hotel room while the issue was rectified. They ended up moving shortly after the ceiling collapse.

A fire forced Ramat Ronke Alli to leave Swansea earlier this year. Her kids had just fallen into bed after a birthday party when she discovered their fridge engulfed in flames. TCHC labelled it an electrical fire from a faulty compressor switch.

Though TCHC said fire investigators believed the fridge incident couldn’t have been prevented by regular maintenance, the agency has known for years that Swansea Mews was generally in bad shape. An internal database in 2017 showed repairing Swansea would cost 42 per cent of what it would cost to replace the complex — one of the worst ratios across hundreds of TCHC communities.

Officials with the housing agency blamed a lack of money for its deteriorating complexes. The federal and provincial governments had downloaded responsibility for community housing onto the city decades earlier, leaving those homes underfunded. Some crumbled so badly that the city decided to close them.

In 2019, federal officials answered TCHC’s long-standing plea for financial help, promising $1.3 billion for repairs across all buildings. But digging out of the backlog has been a gradual process. Last year, Swansea Mews was still labelled as being in critical disrepair.

Fixes have been promised before. In 2015, Swansea was picked by TCHC as a pilot site for a project that would involve repairing buildings as well as adding new services and programs for residents. The project was later scrapped for lack of funding.

Officials say they were working on a fresh plan before the ceiling collapse, which would involve tenants moving to new units starting in 2023 while their townhomes were internally gutted and rebuilt. But many residents were surprised to hear about that plan for the first time after the collapse.

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By the first Sunday in July, Fisher felt the pressure to leave her home was just too high. The city was going to court the next day to ask for the power to enforce its emergency order.

She was still waiting to sign a new lease. But she now had permission to bring her cats to the York dormitory, a temporary solution.

“I just had to finally bite the bullet,” she said.

The next morning, in a downtown courtroom, lawyers for the city and TCHC made their case to force out the last remaining tenants — with the help of sheriffs, Toronto police and animal services, if needed. The ceiling panels weighed around 800 pounds, city counsel Naomi Brown said; if another one fell, it could kill someone. “I can tell you we’ve all lost sleep over this, but we’re talking about saving lives,” she said.

Two Swansea residents pushed back, asking Superior Court Justice P. Tamara Sugunasiri to consider the distressing situation they faced. “I am willing to move. That’s not the problem. I just want to move to a safe and adequate long-term home, or have a reasonable plan put in place for short-term accommodation for my family and I,” one woman said.

“TCHC thinks it can do whatever to us because we are powerless to stop them.”

By the afternoon, Sugunasiri had agreed to grant enforcement powers, telling tenants she faced a narrow question: not whether TCHC had an adequate relocation plan, but simply whether Swansea was unsafe.

Still, she offered a warning: “When some parts of our community are in peril, we are all in peril,” Sugunasiri said, urging staff to treat tenants with dignity and respect.

“Understand that families are being disrupted in the most fundamental way possible, through no fault of their own, that families who are upending their lives may be frustrated, stressed, worried, scared and angry,” she continued.

“I remind all TCHC staff that this order takes away people’s autonomy over their own lives.”

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Sheriffs and cops never descended on Swansea Mews. With the court order hanging over their heads, the last tenants packed their things and left in mid-July. Some went directly to their longer-term relocations, while others moved through the web of temporary spaces.

All residents have been promised a right to return once their units are safe — but when that will happen is unclear. Revitalizing a community is a lengthy process, TCHC has said, let alone demolishing and rebuilding it, as some engineers have proposed.

“It’s absolutely going to be years. What I can’t tell you is exactly how long,” said Jag Sharma, the CEO of Toronto Community Housing Corp. The Swansea relocation was unprecedented, he said, and he’s seen his staff close to burnout from the speed of it — but he knows the response has still fallen short. “Nothing we’ve done is fast enough.”

If a crisis hadn’t forced the relocation, he said, the agency would have spent months in advance trying to set aside “good” vacant units in nearby neighbourhoods to ease the process. Instead, they were left offering whatever spaces happened to be empty, anywhere in the city.

“These aren’t necessarily units that align with the families’ needs,” Sharma said, pointing to factors from location to physical accessibility. Meanwhile, setting aside available units for Swansea tenants had an impact on those waiting for subsidized housing in Toronto — a list that, as of March, numbered nearly 80,000 households.

Beyond the speed of the process, Sharma knows there have been faults in communication.

After months of turmoil, he said he wanted to apologize to Swansea’s residents. “I am so sorry for the experience they’re going through, but I would really want them to know how deeply the staff who have been involved with the incident care about their future,” he said.

Broader work is still underway, with TCHC promising to examine other housing complexes of a similar age and construction style as Swansea. Based on an initial review, Sharma said, no buildings with a similar design from the same era had been found.

As of Tuesday, fewer than half of Swansea Mews households — 42 out of more than 100 — had signed long-term leases. Ten more had accepted offers, but hadn’t done the paperwork. Of those who signed, 24 had moved in — including Fisher, who was settling into a new home in the east end. The rest remained in flux.

Ramos was among them, waiting in Regent Park. She had rejected one unit in York Mills because, despite checking other boxes, it didn’t have parking, and she faces a commute across the city when school starts in the fall. She’d since been offered another unit that wasn’t quite ready, near Don Mills and Eglinton, which seemed promising.

In a Mississauga hotel, several other tenants broke into tears as they described a process that seemed endless.

Naiome Galit and her four kids were staying in one room with a king-size bed and a pullout couch. “Nobody from TCH wants to hear us,” said Galit, a 17-year Swansea resident, in late July. “I feel like they’re disregarding us because who are we, really? We’re nobody.”

She and her neighbours worried about the safety of some of the available relocation units, saying inter-community conflicts could put their kids in danger in certain neighbourhoods. Marcell Wilson, the community advocate, works with at-risk youth and had raised the same concern to TCHC. (Sharma said that was one of many factors complicating some relocations.)

Galit had learned that one of her children was being bullied over what happened at Swansea — a realization that pained her. “They’re calling her homeless,” she said. She and other parents lamented feeling that they’d been unable to give their kids a safe home. “I said to them, as long as you do good at school, I’ll provide the roof and the food for you. Even that, I failed.”

The wider aftershocks of the Swansea crisis are still being felt. Residents are concerned that the stress of recent months could damage their mental health and that of their kids. Sharon Smith, another resident staying at the Mississauga hotel, feared she won’t have a choice but to move to Regent Park. “Pretty soon, I know they’re going to try to muscle me,” Smith said.

Once the relocation is over, each former tenant will have to adjust to a new life — new schools, different commutes and unfamiliar walls around them.

For Fisher, one moment symbolized that break from her old life in Swansea Mews.

“It’s still my home until I give the key back,” she said, looking around on moving day as her boxes were sealed and carried out the door. “I’ll be giving the key back last.”

Toronto Star: Dose of desperation

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If there was a global race for COVID-19 vaccine, wealthy nations won it, and countries like Angola lost. The rollout left Canada awash in doses. In Africa, meanwhile, every drop is precious.

LUANDA, ANGOLA The sun is high in the sky as the plane’s wheels make gentle contact with the runway, an expanse of faded tarmac that gives way to red earth in the distance.

A crowd has assembled, but they’re not here to greet the tired-looking human arrivals descending the stairs to the runway.

Airport workers swing open the cargo hold of the white-and-gold Emirates jet to reveal crates protecting what has become the most sought-after liquid on Earth — COVID-19 vaccine.

This particular batch landing in Angola, almost half a million doses of AstraZeneca, has been mostly paid for by Canada, as part of its pledge to help vaccinate the world.

In Canada, three out of four people on the street are already fully vaccinated. The frenzy for shots cooled months ago, with some clinics now resorting to throwing extra shots away. But here in Angola, a nation on the western coast of Africa, this sole shipment of vaccine is met by a delegation that would normally befit a visiting dignitary. Photographers snap pictures as the health minister strides onto the tarmac.

The doses are here to feed a hungry distribution system in a country at a time when just five per cent of people are fully vaccinated.

Speaking to a halo of microphones as engines rumble nearby, Dr. Silvia Lutucuta tells the crowd of media that the new doses will reinforce Angola’s national vaccination plan, and tries to reassure that everyone who’s already had a first dose will get a second.

“Starting tomorrow, we will have this AstraZeneca vaccine at the vaccination centres,” she says in Portugese, the national language held over from the colonial era.

For the world’s poorest countries, COVID hit like a hurricane, smashing fragile health-care systems and snatching back hard-earned gains in anti-poverty and education.

In Angola, a sprawling tropical country with vast oil reserves and a buzzing capital city perched on the edge of the Atlantic, the virus blindsided a reform-minded government already struggling with dropping oil prices, not to mention the nation’s ongoing recovery from decades of war.

And while no one on the tarmac this day knows it yet, more dark clouds are gathering. Within weeks, a new variant will be discovered in nearby Botswana, and will begin spreading like wildfire.

Angola will be one of the first nations in the world to face travel bans after cases of Omicron are detected in southern Africa — while also enacting a few of its own — and, not long after, case counts will spike higher than ever before.

Wrapped in tarps, the crates of tiny glass vaccine vials of vaccine are sprayed with disinfectant. Officials peel the backs off of plate-sized stickers emblazoned in big, block letters spelling CANADA and slap them on the sides of the crates.

Within minutes of its arrival, the vaccine is lifted onto cargo trucks and sent on its way. The first doses are meant to go into arms in the morning and, in Angola, there’s no time to waste.

Imagine the world is a house. Right now, it’s a house on fire.

Since the beginning of the pandemic, health experts have argued vaccines would be one of the most likely ways to stop it in its tracks.

It usually takes years to develop just one, but the global community poured enough collective time and money into the vaccine race that the world ended up with several, an embarrassment of riches that most did not see coming.

Despite pleas from the global health community to work together, countries that could afford to — such as Canada — snapped up the majority of the first shipments of vaccines before they’d even been shown to work, betting on candidate doses like horses and pouring money into those most likely to cross the finish line first. With little ability to make vaccines itself, Canada inked agreements for seven different shots before the first was even out of trials.

The supply turned on like a faucet in late 2020 — the first vaccine authorized in the West was the Pfizer-BioNTech version, though Moderna and AstraZeneca weren’t far behind — first a trickle and then a flood.

Instead of dousing the flames throughout the whole house, though, the approach to COVID-19 has seen much of the flow diverted to particular rooms, if you will, dividing the globe between the vaccinated and the unprotected.

There’s one fact that tends to come up when talking to campaigners for vaccine access about Canada and COVID vaccines.

It is this: Canada has purchased more doses per capita than any other country on the planet. If the government takes advantage of its seven agreements — and in fairness, not all those vaccines have been authorized yet — it would have enough vaccine to give everyone in the country almost six shots.

But Canada isn’t alone.

Roughly a third of the world has yet to see a single shot.

For the poor countries left out, the inability to access vaccines is not just a health issue, but an existential one. The World Bank has warned that the virus hit poorer countries hardest. Rates of extreme poverty worldwide had been in decline for two decades until the virus arrived, threatening to upend years of progress.

In Africa, less than 10 per cent of the population had two doses by the end of 2021 — and the resulting health crises and shutdowns have pushed millions to the brink.

Rwanda, which has worked mightily to move on from genocide, is experiencing its first recession, with an additional five per cent of the population now living in poverty.

In Uganda, where schools have been shut down for a staggering 80 weeks, almost a third of students are expected not to return because of an uptick in child marriages, teen pregnancies and child labour.

And in Angola, aid workers who spent months in lockdown in the city eventually returned to rural areas and were stunned by the sight of so many malnourished children.

Now they face the wave of Omicron largely unvaccinated.

One of South Africa’s most high-profile vaccine experts is Dr. Shabir Madhi, based at the University of the Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, who has spent a career working to develop childhood vaccines and make them more accessible. This isn’t the first time he’s seen a vaccine finally unloaded in Africa long after its use was commonplace in North America. Still, to watch doses roll out to wealthy nations while the death toll continued to rise elsewhere, has been hard.

In the face of Omicron, the current crop of vaccines has proven to be good at preventing serious illness, but not infection. As a result, they were “pretty much wasted in children,” he argues, given their relatively low risk for serious illness. While that point is likely to be debated by some, what’s undeniable is that high-risk individuals in poor countries have died by the millions.

Notably, as of November — 18 months into the pandemic — three out of four health workers in Africa remained unvaccinated.

“It hardly comes as a surprise that high-income countries didn’t play the ballgame in terms of putting some sort of action behind their words of vaccine equity,” he says. “But the consequences of that is they’ve ended up protecting children against infections at a cost of life in low income countries.”

After leaving the airport, the cube vans carrying vaccine plunge onto the chaotic roadways that knit Luanda’s urban centre together, becoming a couple of white blips in the speeding, honking, swerving late afternoon traffic.

The noise drops away as they pass through a high gate into a yard of neatly manicured gardens surrounding a nondescript white building.

The sign above the door has the gleam of a recent addition: Depósito Central de Vacinas.

This is Angola’s vaccine depository, a crucial lynchpin in its distribution system.

The health minister says the country started ordering fridges and planning a distribution network last year. A country must show it can store vaccines before it can receive them under the global vaccine-sharing program COVAX, and Angolan officials tried to prepare for anything — including a host of different vaccines with different storage requirements.

“All over the country, we can vaccinate with Pfizer, we can vaccinate with Sinopharm, we can vaccinate with AstraZeneca, we can vaccinate with Johnson and Johnson,” she said, speaking through a translator.

“We can vaccinate with any other vaccine.”

Given that some countries struggle to pay for and distribute typical childhood vaccines, the challenge of distributing COVID vaccine has pushed some health-care systems to the brink.

COVAX has tasked UNICEF, a branch of the United Nations that already provides aid to children around the world, with delivering donated vaccines as far as the local airport, at which point it’s largely the recipient country’s problem. (That said, UNICEF is also doing its own work in dozens of middle- and low-income countries, including things such as training and providing personal protective equipment to health workers and combating vaccine hesitancy.)

The challenge has been complicated by the fact that the size of shipments has varied and they have arrived on nothing resembling a set schedule. Wealthy countries have also used COVAX as a defacto clearing house for vaccines they can no longer use, some of which have been redistributed, as one observer put it, with all the organization and planning of someone regifting last year’s Christmas present.

In an email, a COVAX spokesperson said that vaccines are “ideally” allocated three months ahead to account for things such as expiry dates and how many vaccines a country can reasonably expect to use.

Before a donation ships out, countries must grant national regulatory approval for the vaccine, and complete “readiness checklists” to show they can store and transport the doses. They must also sign a “manufacturer-specific indemnity and liability agreement,” which limits the vaccine makers’ responsibility for things like adverse effects.

While this isn’t unheard of during a pandemic, some countries have accused the makers of COVID vaccines of taking it too far — according to the U.K.-based Bureau of Investigative Journalism, Argentina accused Pfizer of asking for indemnity for, among other things, its own negligence. Pfizer was quoted in the story as saying it had allocated doses to low- and middle-income countries for a not-for-profit price and was “committed” to supporting efforts to promote global vaccine access.

Ultimately a recipient country can choose to take a donation or not. Poor nations rejected more than 100 million vaccine doses in December alone, mostly because they were too close to their expiry date, a UNICEF official told Reuters. Other countries have struggled to string together enough refrigeration capacity to keep the vaccines chilled to manufacturers’ specifications.

In an interview with the Star, Harjit Sajjan, the newly minted federal minister of international development, says officials are currently moving “as quickly as possible” to assist the global community.

Sajjan, who did three tours in Afghanistan as a military reserve officer, says it’s important that donations and other supports are tailored to the needs on the ground, and that broader issues around a country’s ability to accept and use vaccines are addressed. Maybe some countries aren’t ready to transport vaccines, or don’t have enough refrigerators standing by, he says.

He points to countries that donated excess doses to low-income countries, only to see them tossed because they were too close to expiry: “It sounds all great from a political perspective. But we just wasted all those doses,” he said.

An official with UNICEF involved in shipments to this part of the world says that when he emails Angolan leadership to ask if they can handle another arrival, their only question is — how soon can it get here?

Angola was the first country in southern Africa to welcome a COVAX shipment, in March 2021.

The country has a population roughly the same size as Canada’s, but with not quite four per cent of the gross domestic product. That number papers over a stark divide between the haves and have notes — Luanda ranks among the world’s priciest cities for foreigners who pay $400 a night in high-end hotels and lounge at beach clubs while en route to offshore oil rigs.

Meanwhile, almost half of the population lives on less than $2.50 a day. While Canada called in the army to make sure regular shipments of three vaccines were shuttled across the country, Angola has handled half a dozen different vaccines on a shoestring budget.

Angola is one of 92 countries classified as “low” or “low-middle” income by COVAX, and it has been mostly dependent on donations, despite managing to pay for some vaccines. The country has received donations well known in the West, including Pfizer, Moderna and Janssen, but also shots less familiar to a Western audience, including Sinopharm from China.

Roughly a dozen countries have chipped in donations, according to UNICEF’s vaccine tracker. Portugal, Angola’s former colonial ruler, has sent at least three types of vaccine, including more than 700,00 AstraZeneca doses from its own supply. Even Alrosa, a Russian mining company that owns almost a third of a massive open-pit diamond mine known as the Catoca mine, announced it was sending 50,000 doses of Russia’s Sputnik V shot.

Inside the vaccine depository, the AstraZeneca vaccines have their own room, cooled exactly to the manufacturer’s specifications. The woman in charge pulls out a phone and taps open an app that shows the temperature of each room: “Even from home, I can see whether there is a problem or not.”

They’re taking no chances. The stakes are too high.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

The COVID-19 Vaccines Global Access Facility, quickly shortened to the more pronounceable “COVAX,” was announced with much fanfare in April 2020 at a meeting hosted by the World Health Organization and including a who’s who of leaders from around the globe.

The initial goal of delivering two billion vaccines by the end of 2021 died early and decisively.

COVAX had initially hoped to act as a purchasing mechanism for the world, whereby wealthy countries could effectively pool their money to fund the development and purchase of vaccines, which would, in turn, help fund doses for their low-income neighbours. The goal then was to send roughly a billion vaccines to high income countries, and a billion to poorer countries.

But when it became clear that wealthy countries were choosing to cut their own deals instead, COVAX jettisoned the first part of its mandate and decided to focus just on low-income countries.

In mid-January 2022, COVAX celebrated the one billion milestone. The news release announcing the milestone started out celebratory before taking a turn: “COVAX’s ambition was compromised by hoarding/stockpiling in rich countries, catastrophic outbreaks leading to borders and supply being locked,” it reads.

The initiative has now found itself cash-strapped. In January of 2022, organizers put out a call for $5.2 billion US in new funding to cover the costs of actually getting some of these doses into arms, like syringes and transport, as well as unexpected costs of booster shots or vaccines tweaked for new variants.

In the first week, it raised three per cent of that goal.

To be clear, Canadian leaders haven’t ignored the rest of the world.

In a year-end interview with the CBC, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau said that getting vaccines to the rest of the world will be one of the clearest signs that the pandemic is in its end stages.

He pointed out that Canada was one of the first to commit to COVAX, the only global attempt to make sure vaccines were distributed equally, and that “making sure that we’re ending COVID everywhere so it can be over anywhere,” was a priority.

Yet Canada has fallen far short of its promises.

In 2021, Trudeau pledged to donate 50 million shots from Canada’s supply and pay for at least 150 million more through money given directly to COVAX. Though a firm commitment to export excess doses wasn’t made until July — seven months after the most vulnerable Canadians started getting shots — and the vials didn’t actually get delivered to COVAX until September.

By the end of the year Canada had only donated a quarter of the doses it had committed to — or about 12.7 million shots — and provided enough money, about $545 million in cash, to buy an additional 87 million.

Since the national advisory body recommended all adults in Canada get a booster shot in the first week of December, more than a million doses of vaccine have landed on Canadian soil every week — in total, more shots have come to Canada since then than were donated abroad all of last year.

This lopsided global vaccine distribution is not simply the age-old tale of rich outbuying the poor. Even some lower income countries that tried to buy their own doses say they found themselves pushed out of line by wealthier countries.

In Rwanda, former health minister Agnes Binagwaho’s irritation is palpable. A no-nonsense pediatrician who has, among other things, taught at Harvard, Binagwaho returned to her home country after the genocide in 1995, where she presided over a hospital system that is rapidly becoming one of the best on the continent. Now the country that has rebuilt itself from ashes is being held back by a lack of vaccines.

As she tells it, Rwanda was ready and waiting to distribute vaccines. The problem has been getting them. “There is no vaccine to buy,” she says simply, speaking in September over a video call from Kigali.

“We have paid for 3.4 million doses of Pfizer,” she says. “We paid upfront at the beginning. That’s been more than a year ago. Same for AstraZeneca, 500,000 doses.” (According to the UNICEF online tracker, Rwanda had recieved at least that many doses through COVAX by the end of 2021, though some of their biggest shipments had arrived in the later months of the year.)

The New York Times reported last fall that Botswana had ordered half a million doses from Moderna that were due to arrive in August, but has been left waiting. According to Doctors Without Borders, the Central African Republic had also been promised doses by COVAX that arrived months later than expected.

“Those big pharma prefer to serve rich counties, even if they’re orders come after low income countries,” Binagwaho says, speaking over a video feed from Kigali. “Normally, such a practice would have been condemned.”

In an emailed response, a spokesperson for Pfizer said that their vaccine doses “are shipped based upon the supply agreements in place with the government or supranational organization. From day one of our vaccine development program, our outreach has been broad and inclusive to ensure equitable access.”

The vaccine supply shortages have raised questions about how useful funding is by itself — last fall Switzerland became the first country, and, so far, one of the only — to give its place in Moderna’s manufacturing queue to COVAX, allowing the initiative to take delivery of a million shots while the small European country waited.

Meanwhile, Canada has sat firmly on the fence in response to a push from South Africa and India to temporarily waive vaccine makers’ intellectual property rights, therefore giving other manufacturers a chance to start churning out the life saving doses.

The result? Prevented from buying or making their own vaccines, much of the world is now dependant on a system of charitable handouts that, so far, hasn’t panned out.

An Angus Reid poll released last June suggested that sharing doses overseas too soon would be politically unpopular, with almost three quarters of Canadians saying they wanted officials to wait until all eligible adults and teens had been vaccinated here before doses were sent abroad.

But, if the argument for helping neighbours doesn’t warm your heart — there’s a selfish rationale to sharing vaccines, too.

Dr. Madhukar Pai, the Canada Research Chair in epidemiology and global health, based at McGill University, points out that every infected person harbours between one and 100 billion viral particles at peak infection — little virus bitties that can be spewed into the air with every cough or sneeze.

They also replicate by, essentially, copy and pasting themselves; and every time they do so, they risk making a mistake. It was a mutation like this that birthed Omicron, and it will be a mutation like this that creates the next variant, too. That next variant could be worse.

Pai has been one of the loudest voices in Canada pushing for vaccine equity. He hopes that Omicron could be the watershed moment at which Canadians finally realize that they won’t be safe until other countries are, too. But for months, he’s given interview after interview, shouting into the void, and now, he apologizes if his words have been sharpened by frustration. Optimism is in short supply.

“Look at the prime minister. His comments (about vaccinating the world) are brilliant. I could have written them for him,” Pai says.

“But, is he following up on them, is my question. That’s what I want to know. Show me action, not words. Words are cheap.”

The oldest landmark in Luanda may be the Fortress of São Miguel, which has clung to the coast like a barnacle for almost half a millennium.

Built by the Portugese and named for the angel tasked with championing the Catholic church, its canons are still trained on the whitecapped waters of the Atlantic — the same waters over which generations of people were taken in chains to the Americas and where, more recently, deep water oil reserves have begun to gush revenues into the fledgling country’s coffers.

Even for a part of the world often dismissed by outsiders as war-torn, Angola’s history is particularly violent. Portugese ships first sailed into view over four centuries ago, and the then-mighty colonial power grew coffee and gutted communities for slaves.

Nationalist fighters won freedom in 1975, but the country fell almost immediately into a civil war that attracted the notice of the major players of the Cold War, from the United States and the U.S.S.R. to China and South Africa, who poured money and munitions into opposing sides, turning the newly freed nation into their own military chessboard.

Decades of fighting in the desert and the jungle pushed people into the capital, and, today, Angola is one of the most urbanized countries in Africa. The old fortress has been joined in the skyline by the domed national assembly and the towering mausoleum where the country’s first president — a man known as much for his poetry as his politics — has been laid to rest.

As more people have flooded in, the imposing colonial buildings, many improbably-pink, became hemmed in by the shops, office buildings and honking weekday traffic that mushroomed up in every available space.

The country has been peaceful now for two decades, and the country has struggled mightily in recent years to knit the social fabric back together. Children born in 2019 were expected to live 20 years longer and get eight more years of schooling than their parents.

Life in low income countries can feel more precarious, without the safety net afforded by the resources of a wealthier nation. But COVID has thrown a wrench into the rise of a country working to overcome the past, and right now, there’s no end in sight.

Angola has a population roughly the same size as Canada’s (almost 33 million people compared to Canada’s 38 million), but if you go by the official numbers has had a fraction of the cases — roughly 80,000 people confirmed sick, versus 2.3 million cases in Canada.

Observers point out that when a PCR test at a pharmacy can cost a month’s salary, that number is almost certainly an underestimation. Over the same time period, one notes, the number of graves dug has tripled.

When you drive out of downtown, the buildings get lower and start to crowd together.

More than half of Angolans who live in cities live in informal settlements known as “musseques,” that splash up hillsides and down roadways at the margins of the city. The close quarters can mean a half dozen people living in a couple of rooms, with limited access to water and electricity.

In an area called Bairro Gika, a faucet built into a dugout in the iron-red earth gushes, clear and cold, for hours every day as women take turns filling up plastic containers of every shape and size before lifting them, one by one, onto their heads, to be carried to their households.

These tight-knit communities have mushroomed up over time, the ad hoc brick buildings growing and changing to meet the needs of those who live among them. Within that, the taps seem to be part critical infrastructure and part communal water cooler.

Women stop by to chat, the babies on their backs blissfully asleep; kids run by, the shell-shaped beads in their hair clicking with every step, and a vendor rolls through a wheelbarrow of dried fish.

The staff of the non-governmental organization Development Workshop has spent years trying to bring water to these areas through the creation of communal taps, where dozens of local residents could come and fill up.

But when the virus began to spread, it was feared that these water points would become vectors of disease. Funded in part by the Canadian government, Development Workshop set about modifying some of these water points to try and make them COVID friendly.

SAFEGUARDING ANGOLA’S VITAL WATER POINTS

Before the pandemic, Lufunda Yona worked as a driver, but COVID lockdowns had put him out of work. He grew up in Gika, and has been hired on as one of the builders of the new project, and is here today to pore over plans and inspect the sheets of metal that will be used to erect the new shelter.

When he was a kid, most people here lived in tents or small wooden houses, but over the past couple of decades, the neighbourhood remade itself in concrete blocks. People continued to pour in.

When COVID hit, “so many people lost their jobs and that affected many people,” he says, through a translator. Finding a job had been hard before, but now it’s even tougher.

Yona is vaccinated and is hopeful the shots could eventually pave a way out of the pandemic. But it’s difficult for a lot of his neighbours to travel all the way to a vaccine clinic, he says — he wishes it were easier for people out here, in the outskirts, to access one.

These communities were particularly vulnerable to a virus that spread among people in close quarters.

Early in the pandemic, Development Workshop called roughly 1,600 people in 18 Angolan provinces and found that while income dropped drastically, cost of living went up, leaving people increasingly without the funds to buy even simple things such as hand sanitizer or medicine.

Angola’s pandemic response is orchestrated out of the upper levels of a shiny tower in downtown Luanda — one originally constructed for a Chinese resource company — filled with polished wood and oversized furniture.

The country convened a special committee of politicians and staffers to lead the COVID response early on, and their conference room table is surrounded by charts and maps covered in blue erasable marker that track cases and deaths in each region, while a TV screen shows cases in other countries.

Lutucuta, the cardiologist turned health minister, says government officials knew from the beginning that walking up to the makers of AstraZeneca and Pfizer and placing an order was going to be a non-starter, given the expense and the intense competition among richer countries. So, they took what they could get.

“The country can’t wait, so we had to look for opportunities that can supply us in a short period of time,” she says.

While the country wasn’t able to get its own contracts with the makers of the mRNA vaccines, it was able to make a limited order for a Chinese dose, she says.

Officials also decided that the benefits of the AstraZeneca vaccine outweighed any concerns — though they stress they’re watching for side effects closely — so unlike some countries that have expressed trepidation, Angola has welcomed donations of the shot with open arms.

When neighbouring Congo paused use of the dose, one official said, Angola scooped that country’s up and used it, too.

The World Health Organization had set the goal of getting 40 per cent of every country vaccinated with two shots by the end of 2021. Determined not to waste a drop, Angola hoped to exceed that.

Just seven countries in Africa met that goal. Fewer than half made it higher than 10 per cent.

Angola made it to 12 per cent.

They’ve come in suits and head wraps and long, flowing dresses, toting babies, bobbing gently to headphones; but they’ve all come with a single purpose.

The news had blared on national radio and pinged out via text message across Luanda, the bustling seaside capital of Angola, the night before: a new shipment of COVID vaccines has arrived, the bulk of which was paid for by Canada.

People heeded the call, forming tidy lines on the rusty red soil outside teachers’ colleges and decommissioned libraries and zigzagging across the parking lot of the Estádio da Cidadela, the former national stadium of Angola, where the striker known as Akwá — arguably the country’s most famous soccer player — scored his way to dominance two decades ago, even if the concrete cathedral has lost some sheen since then.

Inside the stadium, a vaccination site has been set up across two basketball courts. One of the women in charge, Esperanza Belo, wearing a blue vest marking her as an employee of the health ministry, says sometimes that when they have vaccines her staff doesn’t leave before 11 p.m.

“As you can see, we have long lines outside,” she says, through a translator, motioning to the door beyond the empty nets. “If we see people we can’t leave them outside. All these people will be vaccinated.”

Some will wait hours in the muggy heat at these vaccination sites, hoping for a shot before the well once again runs dry. Officials estimate the Canadian shipment will last about a week.

This morning, Germane Lumana’s phone rang early — it was her sister-in-law, who’d heard about the new shipment of vaccines and knew Lumana had been waiting for a second shot of AstraZeneca. Lumana didn’t waste any time, throwing on a black T-shirt and a ball cap before heading out the door.

The wheels of this country’s young, bustling, cacophonous economy are still greased by informal business. It’s possible to buy everything from multicoloured push brooms to pineapples to masks from vendors standing on street corners, and Lumana is part of the army of self-employed.

She makes kwanga, a bread made from boiled cassava, and sells it from home. The pandemic has pushed people like her into economic free fall, doubly so now that proof of vaccination is required to enter many businesses and public spaces.

The nearest vaccination site to her was assembled in an event complex, with doses being given out in multiple rooms, including a ballroom that looks more suited to a black tie dinner. This morning she will be injected with a marvel of modern medicine — a vaccine designed in Britain, manufactured in Sweden, which will instruct her own cells to make a fake version of the famous spike protein, and set her up to be protected from the real thing.

Perched in a plastic chair in this ballroom turned mass vaccination site, she doesn’t flinch as a blue-gowned staffer gives her the shot. Only after it’s done does she look down briefly down at her arm, before standing up.

“I’m a free woman,” she says, her eyes betraying the grin her medical mask hides. “I can go anywhere.”

Today, Lumana is lucky. Next week the shots will be gone, and Angola’s wait for its next shipment will begin.

DON’T MISS THE REST OF FIGHTING FOR A SHOT

Part 2: South Africa’s recipe for success

Part 3: Canada’s failure to deliver

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El Sol de Tlaxcala: Sequía acaba la vida en represas de Tlaxcala

César Rodríguez - El Sol de Tlaxcala

To mark World News Day on September 28, 2022, the World News Day campaign is sharing stories that have had a significant social impact. This particular story was shared by Organización Editorial Mexicana (OEM).

En norte y poniente del territorio tlaxcalteca aumenta la erosión de la tierra; desaparecen 450 hectáreas de agua. 

TLAXCALA, Tlaxcala.- Para algunos seres vivos el ecosistema en que habitaban llegó a su fin. Para la presa El Muerto ubicada en Tlaxco, su nombre lo dice todo, ya no hay vida acuática y la terrestre tuvo que abandonar ese lugar.

Las parvadas de aves migratorias que arribaban a el invierno se ausentaron; empero, algunas nativas permanecen ahí, entre un canal de aguas contaminadas a la espera de la muerte.

El ambiente en esta región del centro de México es desolador y duele a la vista. La tierra se está partiendo. Durante el estiaje no hay cura para este mal que cada día aumenta, porque no hay bosques y pocos siembran un árbol.

Desde el 2020 se respira aire caliente. Hasta el pastor que al despuntar la mañana visitaba el lugar resiente el cambio climático, no hay agua para que beban sus ovejas.

¡Y qué ironía! En la presa El Muerto, construida hace 35 años, un pescador dejó abandonada una barca, muy similar a la Barca de la Fe, edificada en la misma década, en ese lugar llamado San Andrés Buenavista.

Y ninguna autoridad decide sobre los estragos que enfrenta la madre naturaleza.

La única cura a estas profundas heridas es la lluvia, la que esperan con anhelo los hombres del campo.

Pero la panorámica se vive en la mayoría de los cuerpos receptores de agua pluvial en Tlaxcala, e incluye a las presas Sol y Luna, ubicadas en Panotla y Hueyotlipan.

Rezar quizá sea la mejor alternativa para los hombres del campo, aunque al santo que le piden San Isidro Labrador se conmemora hasta el 15 de mayo.

Para otro sector de la población, hay indiferencia de lo que pasa en esta sequía atemporal, donde muchos no se pueden explicar por qué se registran heladas, sequías y granizadas en una variación de horas.

El Sol de Tlaxcala estuvo ahí, para constatar con imágenes de las áreas, el daño colateral que se presenta desde que ha dejado de llover.

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Credit: César Rodríguez, El Sol de Tlaxcala

VIVEN DE LA PRESA ATLANGA 750 FAMILIAS

De la presa Atlangatepec subsisten unas 750 familias de la zona rural, quienes se dedican a la pesca, ganadería y campo desde hace 40 años.

El alcalde José Macías González reveló que la pérdida de agua en la presa preocupa a la población que la visita.

A pesar de ello, expuso que durante esta administración, su Gobierno apoyó con la siembra de un millón de crías al año para que cuatro agrupaciones pesqueras subsistan.

– “Hay contaminación por aguas residuales y flora acuática, evaporación por aumento de la temperatura, lo que ahuyenta la migración de aves por la falta de lluvia”

Asimismo, mencionó que, por ello, realizan trabajos de limpieza a fin de mantener libre de basura las inmediaciones del cuerpo de agua y denuncian a quienes la contaminan.

El cambio climático forma parte de la nueva agenda del gobierno de la República, pero no se han tomado medidas urgentes para solucionar el problema.

Contrario a ello, la actual administración de Andrés Manuel López Obrador canceló más de 70 millones de pesos a Tlaxcala por año, que eran utilizados para la construcción de zanjas, saneamiento de bosques y campañas de reforestación.

Desde 2018, la Coordinación General de Ecología reforesta la Malinche con unas 500 mil plantas, cuando el programa anual era de 4.5 millones de pinos.

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Credit: César Rodríguez, El Sol de Tlaxcala

CON EROSIÓN EL 76 % DEL SUELO

La sequía, las plagas y los incendios forestales, han incrementado los daños a la tierra.

Un estudio del Colegio de Postgraduados realizado por Angélica Gutiérrez del Valle, para obtener el grado de maestra en Ciencias de Montecillo, revela que Tlaxcala es uno de los estados con mayores porcentajes de degradación.

Un 76.8 % de la erosión hídrica es el principal proceso en 58 sitios muestreados en Huamantla, Terrenate, Tlaxco, Españita, Calpulalpan e Ixtacuixtla, precisa la investigación realizada en 2014.

En mayo de 1971, autoridades estatales inauguraron en presencia del entonces Presidente de la Nación, Luis Echeverría Álvarez, una de las obras más importantes del gobierno local: la Presa Cárdenas.

Construida por el extinto Recursos Hidráulicos prometía la irrigación de quinientas hectáreas con un beneficio directo para cien familias campesinas de la zona de Terrenate. La obra calificada como un modelo en su tipo y orgullo de la ingeniería mexicana fue hecha para almacenar tres millones de metros cúbicos de agua.

Aquella presa en miras de ser un importante suministro del vital líquido para los cultivos y un futuro turístico, hoy, a casi 50 años, se encuentra semivacía y abandonada. De acuerdo con datos de la Comisión Nacional del Agua (Conagua) la Presa Cárdenas se encuentra al 26 por ciento de su capacidad.

La sequía, derivada del cambio climático, ha secado 10 de las 16 presas registradas en Tlaxcala, de las cuales, en cuatro no hay ni un porcentaje mínimo de agua que avive las esperanzas de renacer.

El retraso de lluvias se agudiza afectando a cerca del 84 por ciento del país, cuyo sector más golpeado es el campo que ya padece la falta de lluvias desde 2020. Campesinos de la entidad vaticinan una menor producción agrícola, lo que llevará a una subida en los precios.

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Credit: César Rodríguez, El Sol de Tlaxcala

LA VIDA YA NO ES LA MISMA

La vida en el campo ya no es la misma de hace 10 años, las condiciones climáticas han venido a modificar el ciclo de siembra, principalmente del maíz, la semilla que ha dado sustento económico a familias en la entidad.

Don Francisco Aguilar, de la comunidad de Popocatla, en Ixtacuixtla, le preocupa que las lluvias no lleguen a tiempo, sobre todo porque sus cultivos no alcanzan el agua de riego proveniente de la Presa Mariano Matamoros, es tan poco el vital líquido que no logra abastecer sus terrenos.

En entrevista para OEM, don Francisco relata que en los últimos años ha tenido pérdidas milenarias, debido al retraso de lluvias. Lo que logra cosechar, apenas le alcanza para consumo propio y vender unos cuantos “kilitos” de maíz.

“El tiempo de secas” (sequía), como lo llama el octogenario, ha venido a afectar la siembra y su bolsillo, pues de los 15 mil pesos que invierte anualmente, no logra salir “tablas” de las ganancias ni se diga.

A estas alturas de su vida, en la que desde los ocho años aprendió de esta noble labor, sigue trabajando la tierra que lo vio nacer y le ha dado de comer, así como el recurso para brindarles el estudio a sus hijos.

Sin embargo, aunque el campo ya no es redituable, don Paco asegura que seguirá sembrando sus terrenos, cuya labor confía que sus hijos y nietos continúen en años posteriores. “Cuando nos acabemos los ‘viejos’ yo no sé qué va a hacer del campo (…) hoy a la juventud ya no le interesa… ya no es muy socorrido”.

Don Francisco invierte anualmente 15 mil pesos en la siembra de maíz, cantidad que en algunas ocasiones no recupera, debido a las pérdidas que le genera el “mal tiempo”.

 

Diario de Xalapa: Se hacen humo ganancias del tabaco

René Corrales - Diario de Xalapa

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Encontrar personas que siembran tabaco en pequeñas producciones es complejo. 

SAN ANDRÉS TUXTLA, Veracruz.- Las plagas y los cambios de clima han hecho humo las ganancias de Jaime Olea Martínez, productor de tabaco de la localidad de Matacapan, en San Andrés Tuxtla, en el estado de Veracruz. Debido además por los precios bajos, el productor en esta cosecha quedó “tablas” y tuvo que improvisar para hacerle frente a sus gastos.

Entrevistado mientras vende chininis y mamey a los automovilistas que recorren la Carretera Federal México 180 para capitalizarse, el campesino reconoce que sembrar tabaco a pequeña escala es una apuesta en la que se pueden tener pérdidas considerables.

¿QUÉ PLAGAS AFECTAN LA COSECHA?

Y es que, el acecho de las plagas conocidas como mosca blanca y pata negra han impactado de manera masiva en los últimos años y dejado muchas extensiones de tierra con muy poco rendimiento. A esto se le suma la inestabilidad climática de la zona y el hecho de que un temporal a destiempo puede acabar con toda una cosecha.

“Este año se sembró mucho pero no quedó casi nada y muchos quedamos colgados. (En la cosecha que va a empezar) Yo voy a sembrar pero ya no igual y ojalá nos vaya bien”, asegura Olea Martínez.

Originario de San Andrés Tuxtla, el campesino siembra tabaco desde hace 22 años. En el 2020 comenzaron las complicaciones con la tierra y le dio un descanso a su terreno de dos hectáreas sin embargo para este ciclo regresó. Como él, son muchos los campesinos que han dejado de manera temporal o definitiva la siembra de tabaco y han buscado otras alternativas de empleos en la región.

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Credit: René Corrales, Diario de Xalapa

¿SE PUEDEN ABANDONAR LOS CULTIVOS?

Pese a la vocación tabacalera de este municipio, encontrar personas que siembran tabaco en pequeñas producciones es complejo. Mientras se recorre el territorio se pueden observar grandes extensiones de tierra en abandono u otras en la que la siembra es maíz o cacahuate.

El mercado del tabaco lo acaparan un par de empresarios que tienen territorios vastos con tabaco así como grandes galeras para su almacenamiento y fermentación.

“Se han abandonado muchas tierras por las plagas que hay y es que ya no tiene caso sembrar aquí cerca”, señala Olea Martínez.

Explica que el impacto de la mosca blanca y de la pata negra en los cultivos han provocado no sólo la pérdida de las cosechas sino que han dejado infectadas las tierras. Se trata, cuenta, de dos enfermedades que se pegan al tabaco, la primera conocida como la mosca blanca afecta a la planta cuando esta tiene aproximadamente 50 centímetros de altura y no la deja desarrollarse.

Se empieza a engrifar y ya no envuelve la hoja, se queda como la col y ya no funciona

comenta campesino

La otra gran amenaza es la pata negra, una plaga que afecta cuando el tabaco está por abrir capa y provoca daños como el del agua caliente en las plantaciones.

“Empieza una mata y se expande al grado de que todo se seca y es pérdida total”, dice Olea Martínez.

Ante esto, la opción para los campesinos ha sido invertir en productos para las plagas cuyos costos van de entre los 2 a los 3 mil pesos o rentar tierras de cultivos en zonas más lejanas. En esto último ha pensado Olea Martínez quien también se encuentra batallando con el rendimiento de su terreno ejidal.

Sin embargo, explica que la inversión que se requiere en cada cosecha aumenta de manera considerable ya que a los 150 mil pesos que se le invierten por hectárea se le suma la renta de la tierra que se encuentra en 10 mil pesos así como los viajes de camiones para bajar el producto ya listo.

Lo que se está haciendo ahora es irse a la montaña pero ahí se incrementan los costos de cultivos (…) por ejemplo las camionetas salen en tres mil pesos por días y necesitan de dos viajes para la cosecha. Ya no sale por eso mucha gente ya no quiere sembrar tabaco”, explica el campesino.

El clima es otra de las amenazas para el tabaco ya que el impacto de un temporal cercano a la fecha de la cosecha puede ocasionar que este entre húmero a las galeras y se pudra. Esto fue lo que sucedió en este ciclo y que trajo consigo pérdidas considerables para los campesinos,

“A nosotros como productores a veces nos va bien y a veces mal, dependiendo sobre todo del clima. En esta temporada hubo mucho tabaco pero se echó a perder por las lluvias. Lo que pasa es que entra húmedo y por más que le eches ganas sale el tabaco malo. Es ahí en donde perdemos”, dice.

¿VERACRUZ EXPORTA TABACO?

La producción de tabaco en el corredor comprendido de San Andrés Tuxtla a Catemaco se divide en al menos siete variedades. Se trata de tabaco de capa oscura, media banda oscura, morrón roto, morrón roto oscuro, banda clara, cuarta y pasado.

Siendo la banda oscura, banda clara, media banda oscura y el marrón roto oscuro los que tienen calidad de exportación en tanto los demás se quedan aquí en la zona.

El productor explica que el principal país comprador de tabaco es Nicaragua. Es ahí en donde los intermediarios mandan tras comprar las pequeñas producciones año con año.

En su caso, cuenta, siembra dos hectáreas de terreno y las clases buenas las vende entre 250 a 300 por kilo mientras que las demás termina rematándolas a precios mucho menores.

“Yo no exporto sino que se los vendo a los revendedores que aquí mismo te contactan. Exportar es un compromiso grande porque requiere tener varias toneladas que no se tienen y por eso hay quienes acaparan el tabaco y tienen el negocio de exportación”, explica.

Reconoce que de manera general, una hectárea de tabaco tiene un costo de cultivo de 150 mil pesos desde que se siembra hasta que se cosecha. Si todo va bien, esa hectárea dejará una ganancia neta de entre 100 a 150 mil pesos y de 80 a 90 mil en épocas con tiempo desvariado.

Sin embargo, hay cosechas -como la que acaba de pasar- en las que las ganancias son nulas y es ahí donde toca buscar otras opciones para poder hacerle frente a los gastos de la casa, la familia y poder capitalizarse para una nueva siembra.

“Yo además me dedico a vender frutas de temporada y a vender tabaco seco en rama a los artesanos que hacen puros aquí. Yo compro por paca a los que lo procesan y ahí me gano unos pesos que es con lo que la vamos sacando”, concluye.

La humedad de la zona hace al municipio de San Andrés Tuxtla un sitio privilegiado para la siembra de tabaco. Es en este punto donde se encuentra asentada la Fábrica de puros Santa Clara una parada obligada para conocer la elaboración artesanal de los puros cuya base es tabaco de la región.

“Lo que aquí se produce es habano mexicano, este es propio de la región y tiene muy buena calidad, solo que hay que darle una buena fermentación para que no pique o no amargue”, explica Santiago Baxin, supervisor de la producción en la fábrica.

En entrevista, explica que este proceso de fermentación lleva aproximadamente dos años y medio desde que se siembra la planta de tabaco hasta que está listo para formar un puro de buena calidad.

En este proceso, intervienen decenas de personas que se encargan de vigilar cada proceso a fin de lograr un producto que compita con cualquiera en el mundo. “Estos puros se venden donde quiera”, señala orgulloso el trabajador.

Sin embargo, es en México en donde menos quiere venderse el producto final. Prueba de ello es que entre el 60 a 70 por ciento de la producción se va a exportación a países como Francia, Japón, Bélgica, Lituania, España, Estados Unidos, Argentina y Cuba.

El resto se queda en el país y se comercializa especialmente en cigarrillos que son más económicos que un puro. “Aquí en México comprar un puro es caro y por eso se queda solo un 40 por ciento de la producción (…) por lo regular lo que se vende más aquí es del tipo cigarrillo que es más barato porque un puro cuesta 250 pesos mientras que los chicos están a 100 pesos”.

 

 

El Sol de Puebla: Ixtacamaxtitlán, el pueblo con oro y plata que defiende su territorio a costa de la pobreza

Erik Guzmán - El Sol de Puebla

To mark World News Day on September 28, 2022, the World News Day campaign is sharing stories that have had a significant social impact. This particular story was shared by Organización Editorial Mexicana (OEM).

Minera Gorrión se ha propuesto invertir 1,100 millones de dólares para extraer estos minerales en 14.5 años en Ixtacamaxtitlán, pero su población se opone por el daño ambiental que significaría. 

PUEBLA, Puebla.- Un olor a tierra húmeda atraído por ligeras rachas de viento invade el pueblo. El calor matutino apenas levanta el frío del amanecer que parece esconderse entre las sombras de un puñado de casonas de piedra y techos de teja, donde los gorriones trinan y revolotean.

Serán apenas siete calles urbanizadas, seguidas de algunos campos de cultivo y, más allá, pequeños montoncitos de caseríos que blanquean entre el paisaje, en medio de cerros verdeados por la temporada de lluvias que comienza, ahí se encuentra Ixtacamaxtitlán.

“Algunos le llaman San Francisco, por su santo patrón, pero en realidad su nombre es Ixtacamaxtitlán a secas, igual que el municipio al que le da nombre”, suelta Agustín Rodríguez, un campesino de unos sesenta años y pelo entrecano, pero cuya postura corporal pareciera la de un hombre entrado en los treinta.

“Este es el poniente”, explica con voz recia mientras mira de frente a la presidencia municipal. “De este lado queda el norte y para aquel otro el sur”, señala utilizando el brazo derecho para apuntar hacia uno y otro lado. “Y la mina queda allá por el lado de donde vinieron”, refiere Agustín, indicando el noroeste, mientras mira al entorno con dejo de molestia.

A dos horas y media de camino de la ciudad de Puebla, en el centro de México, luego de subir y bajar un camino que serpentea las faldas de la Sierra Madre Oriental se encuentra un gran arco de piedra con un letrero que da la bienvenida a los visitantes; apenas unos metros adelante está el bachillerato —la máxima institución educativa instalada en esta municipalidad— y basta dar vuelta a la derecha para casi estar en su zócalo.

POBREZA Y ABANDONO

De acuerdo con la Secretaría de Bienestar, el municipio de apenas 25 mil habitantes cuenta con 59.1 por ciento de su población en pobreza moderada y otro 15.7 por ciento en pobreza extrema, mientras que únicamente 1.1 por ciento es considerado como “no pobres y no vulnerables”, el resto son vulnerables por ingreso o vulnerables por carencia social.

Aunque la población está dedicada principalmente a la agricultura y ganadería, es palpable el abandono gubernamental para impulsar el campo y la falta de oportunidades laborales.

Año con año sus jóvenes optan por migrar a ciudades como Apizaco, en el estado de Tlaxcala, Puebla capital y México, ya sea para trabajar o estudiar una carrera universitaria. La mayoría ya no regresa. Por ello, la llegada de la Minera Gavilán en 2001 —ahora llamada Minera Gorrión, subsidiaria de la canadiense Almaden Minerals Ltd— significó para algunos la posibilidad de ingreso económico y de permanecer en su comunidad.

“¿Comercio? No. Acá la mayoría se dedica al campo (…) se cultiva maíz, frijol, calabaza, chile, cebada y las frutas que se dan en la región como manzana y pera, aunque ya no tanto. Otros tienen sus chivos y gallinas”, describe el campesino Agustín, mientras hace una pausa como recordando.

“También por acá hay quienes hacen muebles… es una actividad que no se hace mucho, pero lo hacen algunos”, agrega.

Cuestionado sobre la existencia de riegos, invernaderos o proyectos productivos que hayan sido impulsados por instancias de gobierno, el campesino refiere que ninguno.

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Credit: Erik Guzmán, El Sol de Puebla

“Sólo el de Sembrando Vida”, implementado recientemente por el gobierno de Andrés Manuel López Obrador y que, según sus cálculos, beneficia a unos 200 habitantes del municipio.

Es casi medio año, las lluvias que han caído desde el 15 de mayo a la fecha apenas han logrado humedecer la tierra suelta que es arrastrada por los remolinos que se forman a eso del mediodía y que corren sobre las lomas como espíritus atribulados queriendo alcanzar el cielo.

Las barrancas, alimentadoras del río Apulco, han lucido secas durante los últimos dos meses “apenas las dos o tres lluvias que han caído, la última apenas hace tres días, es lo que se ve que está escurriendo”, explica Agustín.

En medio de esta situación se entiende por qué la llegada de la minera, desde hace más de 20 años, representó una oportunidad de trabajo para casi un centenar de personas que se sumaron a las labores de barrenación y exploración en los cerros ubicados entre Santa María Zotoltepec y Zacatepec, hasta que se confirmó la presencia de oro y plata.

La empresa comenzó a adquirir terrenos a pequeños propietarios en el cerro ubicado al poniente de Santa María Zotoltepec, una de las 130 comunidades esparcidas en este municipio.

Casi todos vendieron, excepto los vecinos de los predios donde estarían las tepetateras de la mina —material sobrante que se extraería del tajo a cielo abierto— y que serían los más afectados por el ruido de las máquinas y el polvo de la extracción. Entonces comenzó el conflicto.

MINERA EXTRAERÍA 7.8 MILLONES DE ONZAS AL AÑO

La empresa canadiense detectó en 2010 la mineralización de la zona, principalmente con oro y plata, pero no fue sino hasta ocho años después, en 2018, cuando confirmó la existencia de un tajo de 73.1 millones de toneladas de mineral. Esto es un promedio de producción, según los cálculos de la misma empresa, de 7.8 millones de onzas anuales a lo largo de 14 años.

Al precio actual que ronda los 36 mil 500 pesos por cada onza de oro, la producción de un solo año —si la mina fuera exclusivamente de oro— representaría 284 mil 700 millones de pesos, esto es más del doble del presupuesto anual del estado de Puebla, calculado en 104 mil 094 millones de pesos para este 2022.

El hallazgo fue realizado luego de que en 2001 el gobierno del entonces presidente Vicente Fox Quesada le otorgó a la empresa canadiense una concesión de exploración en el territorio de la Sierra Norte de Puebla; del lado de las comunidades de Santa María Zotoltepec, Zacatepec, Tuligtic, Loma Larga y hasta Almeya, todas ubicadas al noroeste de la cabecera municipal y en 2009 el gobierno de Felipe Calderón Hinojosa le entregó una más pequeña, en coordenadas opuestas y que alcanzó al ejido Tecoltemi, un poblado ubicado a unos 8 km en línea recta, al sureste del cerro donde se ubica el proyecto.

“Una concesión no significa una mina… una concesión es un acto administrativo que te otorga la federación, pero que no tienes con eso ya el permiso de llegar y explotar. Muchas veces se confunde con eso”, explicó Daniel Santamaría, vicepresidente de Minera Gorrión, durante una entrevista realizada en febrero de este año para este mismo tema.

De acuerdo con el Manifiesto de Impacto Ambiental (MIA) que fue ingresado en 2018 por la minera ante la Secretaría del Medio Ambiente y Recursos Naturales (Semarnat), para la realización del proyecto se contempla el uso de 466 hectáreas, en las cuales se marca un tajo a cielo abierto con una extensión de 133.68 hectáreas, justo entre los cerros de Zotoltepec. Además de la construcción de una desviación con un nuevo puente sobre el río Apulco y una línea de transmisión de energía, para evitar el paso de tránsito pesado por la comunidad.

En los 20 años que llevan de trabajos de exploración y de preparación, Minera Gorrión reporta una inversión aproximada de 40 millones de dólares y alistan 170 millones de dólares más para la inversión inicial que incluye las obras carreteras, acondicionamiento del terreno e instalación de maquinaria con la que evitarían una presa de jales, porque el proceso de selección del mineral sería en seco. A partir de entonces, la minera tendría autosustentabilidad y requeriría 1,100 millones de dólares más, para su operación, a lo largo de 14.5 años de vida.

Al respecto, Rosario Uscanga, directora de Responsabilidad Social Empresarial y Relaciones Comunitarias de Minera Gorrión, explica en entrevista que las obras contemplan la construcción de dos presas de agua. La primera con una capacidad de almacenamiento de aproximadamente 300 mil m3, para no utilizar la de los afluentes naturales en la actividad cotidiana, y la segunda, para almacenar aproximadamente 1.8 millones de m3 de agua, a fin de evitar la inundación del tajo.

Las operaciones y el mantenimiento de la segunda presa serán responsabilidad de la minera hasta la conclusión del proyecto, momento en el que sería entregada a las autoridades municipales, sin embargo, en el caso de que la presa no sea utilizada por las comunidades tendría que ser abierta para permitir el flujo libre del agua.

A lo largo de la etapa de exploración, la minera reporta la generación en Ixtacamaxtitlán de 75 empleos, la mayoría eventuales, mismos que se incrementarían a 600 para la etapa de construcción que duraría dos años y posteriormente se estabilizaría en 420 plazas, a lo largo del tiempo que dure la extracción.

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Credit: Erik Guzmán, El Sol de Puebla

DAÑOS A ‘PEQUEÑAS’ SECCIONES DE VEGETACIÓN

El desarrollo del proyecto generaría también un impacto ambiental por el acondicionamiento del terreno y la explotación del tajo a cielo abierto. De acuerdo con el MIA en el polígono de los trabajos sólo se registró una especie de flora de las 60 registradas en categoría de protección especial. Este es el cedro blanco. Asimismo, en fauna fueron detectadas siete de las 34 especies: cuatro de herpetofauna (salamandra pinta, serpiente de cascabel pigmea, camaleón de montaña y rana leopardo) y tres de aves (colibrí cola pinta, gavilán y tordo solitario).

“Ninguno de los impactos ambientales identificados como negativos se puede considerar como significativo”, afirma el Manifiesto de Impacto Ambiental.

Por otra parte, la minera reconoce que realizarán actividades altamente riesgosas que corresponden a aquéllas en que se maneja cianuro de sodio, una sustancia tóxica utilizada en el proceso de lixiviación o beneficio del mineral, pero que se encuentra en el primer Listado de Actividades Altamente Riesgosas (LAAR).

La empresa puntualiza que los posibles accidentes generarían daños para el personal operativo, a la instalación y a pequeñas secciones de vegetación. Esto, considerando que los asentamientos humanos más próximos a la planta de beneficio están localizados en el poblado de Santa María Zotoltepec a aproximadamente a 2.6 km en dirección sureste y la población de Zacatepec, a una distancia de 3 km en dirección noreste. La minera afirma en el MIA que “no se pronostica afectación a los mismos”.

TECOLTEMI, SÍMBOLO DE LUCHA CONTRA LA LEY MINERA

Había transcurrido casi una década de la llegada de la minera a este municipio, cuando los pobladores comenzaron a escuchar sobre el otorgamiento de concesiones mineras en su territorio, asociadas con los llamados “Megaproyectos o Proyectos de Muerte” —nombrados así por organizaciones defensoras de los derechos humanos y los recursos naturales—.

Asesorados por organizaciones, los campesinos obtuvieron vía Transparencia la confirmación de dos permisos autorizados por la Secretaría de Economía, el primero en 2001 en la zona de Santa María Zotoltepec y el segundo en 2009 que alcanzó en su extremo al ejido Tecoltemi.

Las concesiones fueron otorgadas realmente a la canadiense Almaden Minerals Ltd, a través de una empresa subsidiaria constituida en México. Todo con base en la Ley Minera promulgada en 1992 que abrió las puertas a la inversión extranjera y desreguló la actividad extractiva que hasta entonces era exclusiva del Estado Mexicano.

Aunque originalmente la empresa fue bautizada como Minera Gavilán, la aparición de la resistencia indígena llevó a analizar la concepción que tienen las comunidades sobre esta ave de caza y obligó a cambiarle de nombre a Minera Gorrión, un ejemplar mejor apreciado por los pobladores y abundante en el municipio, como los que revolotean en el parque y anidan entre los techos de las casas.

Para entonces, ya existía todo un movimiento en contra de la minería en Ixtacamaxtitlán, mientras la empresa continuaba con la barrenación explorando el territorio.

Aunque la minera pidió a la Secretaría de Economía retirar la segunda concesión para evitar el conflicto, la comunidad interpuso un amparo, autoadscribiéndose como población indígena, a fin de llevar hasta las últimas consecuencias legales la entrega de esas concesiones, toda vez que la autoridad nunca consultó a las poblaciones afectadas. Así, en 2015, ya asesorados por organizaciones, la resistencia de Tecoltemi se convirtió en símbolo de la lucha contra la Ley Minera en México.

De acuerdo con lo reclamado en el amparo, “el contenido de los artículos 6, 15 y 19 fracciones IV, V, VI y XII de la Ley Minera es inconstitucional e inconvencional por contravenir el derecho a la tierra y al territorio de los pueblos indígenas, así como el derecho a la propiedad de los ejidos”, según explica la organización Fundar, Centro de Análisis e Investigación, al señalar que “los planteamientos de Tecoltemi tienen como base la conciencia de sus derechos como comunidad indígena y como ejido, así como una realidad innegable de proliferación de concesiones mineras sobre el territorio del país”.

Tardaron casi siete años, entre problemas legales y el rechazo del MIA por la Semarnat, para que el caso fuera abordado por la Suprema Corte de Justicia de la Nación (SCJN) en febrero de 2022, cuando finalmente determinó suspender las concesiones de Minera Gorrión, hasta que la Secretaría de Economía realice una consulta previa e informada; sin embargo, la decisión de los magistrados fue no tocar la Ley Minera, aunque éste era el fondo de la lucha de organizaciones y de la comunidad indígena.

Hoy, la población en Ixtacamaxtitlán se encuentra dividida. Mientras un grupo apoya a sus vecinos de Tecoltemi, otros, los beneficiarios de la mina, reprochan la injerencia en su territorio de un ejido que se encuentra al lado opuesto del proyecto y que los ha dejado sin la oportunidad de un empleo o de evitar la migración de sus hijos.

 

El Sol de Sinaloa: “La Mara Salvatrucha me lo quitó todo”

Mario Ibarra - El Sol de Sinaloa

To mark World News Day on September 28, 2022, the World News Day campaign is sharing stories that have had a significant social impact. This particular story was shared by Organización Editorial Mexicana (OEM).

Migrantes de Centroamérica que huyen de la violencia de sus países enfrentan diversos avatares y situaciones difíciles, como extorsiones, robos y amenazas en su paso por Sinaloa. 

CULIACÁN, Sinaloa.- Hace algunos meses, durante la Pascua, cuando la mayoría de la gente está de vacaciones, José Robles, un hombre de 43 años, de oficio mecánico, tuvo que abandonar El Salvador para escapar de La Mara Salvatrucha. Sucedió cuando líderes de esta organización criminal, lo amenazaron de muerte por defender a su sobrina Talía, una menor de 16 años de edad que se había involucrado con las pandilla salvadoreñas.

Fue una tarde a fines de marzo pasado cuando José junto a su cuñada María, acomodaban la mesa para cenar unas latas de atún, alguien tocó a la puerta y al abrir, dos jóvenes entre 25 y 30 años preguntaron por Talía.

-Dígale que salga que tenemos que arreglar cuentas—dijo uno de ellos.

José llamó a la menor y en ese momento se armaron los alegatos, peleaban por unos teléfonos celulares que ella había cogido en una reunión y que los había vendido para sacar “plata”.

“La sacaron de las greñas y le empezaron a gritar, yo quise meterme para defenderla pero me fue peor, me dijeron que tenía dos días para desaparecer o que me iban a matar”, recuerda.

A Talía los maras le dieron un día para recuperar los teléfonos, mientras que José esa misma noche agarró lo poco que tenía en una mochila y abandonó El Salvador para tratar de llegar con su familia residente en Colorado.

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Credit: Mario Ibarra, El Sol de Sinaloa

La ruta de escape de San Salvador fue rumbo a Guatemala, el primer punto fue la ciudad de Antigua, luego bordeó por Quetzaltenango. Lo más difícil fue llegar a la frontera de Talismán para cruzar el río Suchiate y alcanzar Tapachula, Chiapas.

Pagó el poco dinero que traía para llegar a la Ciudad de México, donde el periplo continuó en autobús a Guadalajara. A partir de ahí fue puro tren. Montado en “la Bestia”, fueron días sin dormir en travesía por Nayarit y Sinaloa. En estación Sufragio, municipio de El Fuerte, esperó unos días para abordar el tren que lo llevó a Nogales, Sonora.

Fueron más las seis semanas que tardó en recorrer desde El Salvador a Nogales, en que la “migra” lo detuviera en el desierto y lo deportara.

José cuenta que ya no quiso intentar cruzar de nuevo, exhausto comenzó el camino de regreso. En la ruta de vuelta, recuerda que le robaron los pocos centavos que le quedaban y un celular en el que traía los números telefónicos de sus hijos, quienes viven en USA y con quienes planeaba reunirse.

Al llegar a Sinaloa decidió bajarse del tren en la sindicatura de Costa Rica, una localidad tranquila en la que buscar hacerse con algún dinero, comer y bañarse y donde ahora armado con un cartón en el que resume su viacrucis, pide dinero para sobrevivir y buscar tomar camino a su país.

José recuerda las desgracias que ha vivido en su travesía mientras recorre las vías del tren en la sindicatura de Costa Rica, a donde llegó en los primeros días de junio. No sabe si quedarse o irse a El Salvador, en un momento en que la situación de violencia y pobreza asfixia a miles de centroamericanos que en los últimos meses han abarrotado las estaciones migratorias de sur a norte del país.

La guerra entre pandilleros en su país que pelean por el control de la venta de drogas, no sólo ha provocado el desplazamiento de miles de personas, sino el recrudecimiento de las políticas de seguridad del presidente Nayib Bukelele, que pugna por aplicar mano dura, una especie de “ley fuga” a los delincuentes.

“Vengo de El Salvador, soy de allá, yo soy migrante, no más que ya vengo de regreso, ahorita estoy viendo cómo nos vamos porque aquí en Costa Rica nos bajamos del tren, buscamos que comer y lavamos la ropa, a ver si nos vamos de regreso”.

VIVIR DE PASO

En los últimos meses en Costa Rica, al sur de Culiacán, comienzan a ser visibles los migrantes que han optado por quedarse para buscar trabajo y ganarse la vida, son pocos pero ya se observan en distintas zonas. La precariedad laboral se suma al acoso continuo de autoridades como Migración y la Guardia Nacional, dos de las dependencias que son usadas como fuerza de contención del actual gobierno para detener la ola de migrantes.

Por estos días de junio José ha buscado ganarse la vida con un trabajo honrado en algún taller de la comunidad. Se ha ofrecido a limpiar terrenos baldíos, cortar árboles o sacar la basura, pero sus esfuerzos han sido en vano, pues nadie le ha dado la oportunidad de obtener unos cuantos pesos a cambio de chamba. Por ello, ahora pide limosna en la vía del tren, haciendo tiempo en lo que, dice, le sale alguna oportunidad para seguir adelante.

LOS SIETE MESES DE FRANKIE

Frankie es un migrante hondureño que salió de San Pedro Sula cargando una mochila con tres mudas de ropa, algunos objetos de aseo y 500 dólares que le mandó su familia desde Nueva York, pero desde hace siete meses vaga por ciudades como la capital del país, Querétaro, Guadalajara y Tepic en espera de alcanzar la preciada frontera.

Llegó en mayo pasado a Culiacán, sin más remedio que asumir una condición de vagabundo, porque los últimos 200 pesos que traía se lo quitaron policías locales que le descubrieron un porrito de mariguana.

“He dejado a un lado mi orgullo para pedir dinero en la calle”, dice Frankie, de 33 años, quien duerme de momento en un hotel barato convertido en su casa en lo que resuelve su situación.

Los últimos cinco años vivió en Honduras, pero desde los cuatro fue llevado a Estados Unidos con su familia. Lo deportaron de Nueva Jersey a los 28 años, y ahora hace el camino del Pacífico para entrar por Mexicali a Calexico.

“Es muy difícil la situación, desde que uno entra a México la Guardia Nacional te está cobrando, los de Migración, todo lo que traía me lo fui gastando en pagarles hasta Ciudad de México, ya de ahí a Culiacán ha sido más fácil, pero llevo siete meses en la calle”. Entre sus recuerdos dice que estudió en Estados Unidos hasta la High School.

De conseguir un empleo en Sinaloa, no la pensaría para quedarse más tiempo, en lo que toma fuerza y sigue, porque allá tiene una hija.

“Pero qué pasa que nosotros no podemos trabajar, no nos dan trabajo”, dice el joven afrodescendiente, quien muestra su rostro para la foto, “porque yo soy trabajador, no delincuente”.

RUTA DE MIGRANTES
Credit: Picture provided by El Sol de Sinaloa

LOS OPERATIVOS NO PARAN

Culiacán es un paso obligado para miles de migrantes centroamericanos que van hacia la frontera pero también de otros como José Robles, uno de los cientos que pasan por la capital sinaloense, que intentan regresar a su país. Son náufragos de una necesidad que buscan asidero en la economía local.

Desde hace meses la Guardia Nacional y Migración arreciaron los operativos para cazarlos. Se sabe que algunos detenidos alcanzan a librar ser deportados si traen con qué pagar.

En la estación de Ferromex de la capital del estado cada vez bajan menos, optan por dejar el tren antes de llegar a la ciudad, porque los operativos se han incrementado de tres meses a la fecha. En un recorrido realizado por las vías que atraviesan Culiacán personal de la empresa ferrocarrilera que mueve un volumen gigantesco de productos agrícolas por todo el país, señala que son escasos los migrantes que hoy en día pasan.

“La gente que viaja en el tren no es maliciosa, se bajaban para comer o bañarse, pero desde hace ya varios meses no se bajan, les da miedo el ejército, la Guardia”, dijo uno de los trabajadores.

Años atrás ciudadanos que se dedicaban a obras de caridad recorrían las vías de esta estación brindando cobija y comida a los migrantes, sin embargo hoy el panorama es desolador, apenas unas cuantas casas de indigentes que ahí duermen, pero nada más.

UN REMANSO PARA LOS MIGRANTES

El Padre Miguel Ángel Soto Gaxiola, de la Iglesia del Carmen, confirma que ha bajado la afluencia de centroamericanos, de hecho éste fue uno de los motivos por el cual cerraron La Casa del Migrante, un sitio de descanso para los viajeros que sueñan con la frontera.

Ahí se podía descansar, pasar la noche, obtener vestimenta limpia y hasta alimentarse antes de partir. Pero ahora, hay algunos que se acercan al comedor comunitario que ofrece dos comidas diarias.

“Los migrantes que vienen aquí, vienen en busca de comida, de agua, llegan hambrientos, ninguno llega al templo para hablar con Dios, aquí los ayudamos, les compramos el pasaje en caso de ser necesario, lo hacemos con grupo Estrella Blanca, la mayoría de los pasajes que compramos, son para mujeres y niños o hermanos que realmente lo requieren”, relata el sacerdote.

En algunos casos, la Iglesia ha ayudado a algunos migrantes a conseguir un trabajo, ahorrar para seguir con su vida azarosa por los confines del país.

“Hemos tenido migrantes que han trabajado en hoteles de cinco estrellas, que fueron deportados, aquí los canalizamos a restaurantes y trabajan, se están varios meses, hacen su dinerito y se van, pero ya no en calidad de migrantes, ahora pueden comprarse un pasaje en avión o camión, sin mendigar o sufrir”, comenta el padre.

Según los registros de apoyo de la iglesia católica, son varios los tipos de migrantes que llegan a Culiacán:

1. Migrantes que llegan al aeropuerto de la ciudad para realizar negocios.

2. Migrantes deportistas, que llegan a la ciudad para competir en algún deporte o persiguiendo el sueño en el área del básquetbol, béisbol o fútbol.

3. Migrante estudiante, que busca una oportunidad educativa más barata y accesible que en su ciudad natal, la mayoría provienen de otros estados.

4. Migrante charola, viajeros que mayormente se plantan en los cruceros de la ciudad pidiendo limosna, estos se hospedan en hoteles baratos y viajan de municipio en municipio, como un modo de vida.

5. Migrantes de huida, aquellos que salen de su país huyendo de la justicia, por la comisión de algún delito.

6. Migrante pasajero, aquellos que bajan de los trenes en busca de agua y comida y que siguen su camino al día siguiente.

 

El Sol de Tampico: La Bartolina desenterró la tragedia de los desaparecidos en Tamaulipas

José Luis Tapia _ El Sol de Tampico

To mark World News Day on September 28, 2022, the World News Day campaign is sharing stories that have had a significant social impact. This particular story was shared by Organización Editorial Mexicana (OEM).

Son madres, hijas, hermanas y esposas las que se arman de palas, picos y varillas. 

MATAMOROS, Tamps.- Tamaulipas vivió en 2010 una de las páginas más negras de su historia: 72 migrantes asesinados y enterrados en fosas en el municipio de San Fernando, el homicidio de un candidato priista a gobernador a pocos días de la elección y el recrudecimiento del olvido de las carreteras, caminos de nadie donde la gente desaparecía para jamás volver. A más de una década, un grupo de mujeres identificó un campo de exterminio donde avivó la esperanza de encontrar los restos de familiares ausentes: La Bartolina. 

La ruptura entre el Cártel del Golfo y Los Zetas, así como la lucha por el territorio en la frontera norte con Estados Unidos e incluso al sur con Veracruz, convirtió a los 43 municipios de Tamaulipas en una zona de guerra, donde los enfrentamientos, secuestros y tiroteos fueron parte del día a día de los tamaulipecos. 

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Credit: José Luis Tapia, El Sol de Tampico

UN CAMPO DE EXTERMINIO

La Bartolina es un terreno ubicado en el ejido El Huizachal, a alrededor de 20 minutos de la zona urbana de Matamoros, en el camino a playa Bagdad y a pocos kilómetros de la frontera con Estados Unidos, con Brownsville, Texas. Ahí la Comisión Nacional de Búsqueda (CNB), organismo que coordina, junto con las diversas autoridades federales y estatales, acciones de búsqueda de todo tipo con la finalidad de dar con la suerte o el paradero de las personas desaparecidas, reportó el hallazgo en el 2021 de media tonelada de restos óseos en cinco años de intervenciones esporádicas. No obstante, advertía que debido al espacio y amplitud de la zona las fosas podrían ser mucho más. 

Incluso se habló de la posibilidad de que, por su cercanía con un cuerpo de agua, gran cantidad de restos humanos hubieran sido arrastrados o estuvieran en el fondo, complicando aún más las labores de ubicación. 

De acuerdo con la CNB, en México existe una crisis de desaparición de personas, que asciende a más de 93 mil personas, de vidas y de familias sufriendo la ausencia y la grave violación de derechos humanos que implica la desaparición. Según sus datos, la mayoría de estas desapariciones han sucedido a partir del año 2007.

La violencia originó miles de historias de familias, marcadas por tragedias como la lucha por el reconocimiento y búsqueda de los desaparecidos. Uno de esos casos es el de la familia de Roberto Quiroa, quien tras haber sido secuestrado dos veces en Reynosa, Tamaulipas, y liberado con el pago de rescates, en la tercera ocasión nunca volvió, no ha regresado y nada se sabe de él desde mayo de 2014. 

Su madre Rosa y su hermana Delia iniciaron una travesía para buscarlo, la que las puso un día de frente a La Bartolina. 

José Luis Tapia _ El Sol de Tampico
Credit: José Luis Tapia, El Sol de Tampico

LA SÚPLICA AL CRIMEN ORGANIZADO

Pese al constante hallazgo de restos óseos, este lugar era sometido solo a dos diligencias por año, lo que llevó a Delia Quiroa, ya como representante del colectivo de buscadores Diez de Marzo, a pedir permiso al grupo armado Los Ciclones para entrar al predio y excavar con sus propias manos. 

Aunque no hubo una respuesta expresa, el silencio les dio valor y el 12 de agosto de 2021 buscadoras, buscadores, familiares, personal de la Comisión Nacional de Derechos Humanos (CNDH) custodiados por la Guardia Nacional y la Policía Estatal de Tamaulipas ingresaron al campo de exterminio, acompañados por reporteros de Organización Editorial Mexicana (OEM): en menos de 30 minutos en el predio agreste los integrantes del contingente encontraron algunos huesos. Metros adelante había zapatos, algunos de mujer; estos hallazgos confirmaron a los buscadores que ahí había ocurrido algo terrible y aún había pruebas que preservar.

Drones sobrevolaban la zona para buscar desde el aire posibles fosas, mientras en tierra las madres, hermanas, esposas y demás familiares, en su mayoría mujeres, con picos, palas e incluso las manos buscaban cualquier indicio que pudiera dar cuenta del paradero de sus desaparecidos. 

En esos primeros días concurrieron historias terribles, como la de Martha, quien buscaba a siete de sus familiares desaparecidos, mientras los grupos de búsqueda llamaban a madres texanas a acudir a La Bartolina para unirse a las labores de rastreo. 

Esta búsqueda, que duró dos días y que la OEM documentó palmo a palmo, se convirtió en un hecho mediático, en un acontecimiento internacional que desenterró la tragedia de los desaparecidos en México, algo que ha existido desde hace décadas, pero que muchos optaron por ocultar bajo la tierra. 

José Luis Tapia _ El Sol de Tampico
Credit: José Luis Tapia, El Sol de Tampico

LA VISITA DE LA ONU Y DILIGENCIAS PERMANENTES

La divulgación de la tragedia que en esa zona existe generó que representantes de la Organización de las Naciones Unidas (ONU) acudieran a 13 entidades de México, entre ellas Tamaulipas, para reunirse con familiares de los desaparecidos.

En su informe final, la ONU recomendó que el país abandone el enfoque de la militarización como modelo de seguridad pública, ya que esto ha sido ligado con faltas a los derechos humanos.

Las prioridades planteadas por la ONU señalan que se deben tomar en consideración los criterios de responsabilidad de los servidores públicos, sensibilizar sobre las desapariciones e implementar debidamente el marco normativo.

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Credit: José Luis Tapia , El Sol de Tampico

LA BÚSQUEDA SIN FIN 

Hasta ahora, los científicos de la FGR han integrado 220 perfiles genéticos en las osamentas encontradas, sin embargo, los nombres y su origen se desconocen. Roberto Quiroa sigue ausente. Delia y su madre, que de rodillas pidió el apoyo al presidente Andrés Manuel López Obrador, continúan en la línea de fuego, sin titubear, pues saben que el camino pudiera ser aún más largo, ya que Tamaulipas es una tierra donde hay 12 mil 260 personas con reporte de desaparición.

Actualmente, las diligencias en La Bartolina son permanentes y realizadas por personal de la Fiscalía General de la República (FGR), bajo la observación de colectivos de buscadores, y a un año de esa inédita intervención, solo dos personas han sido identificadas. 

La Voz de la Frontera: Búsqueda de desaparecidos, labor compuesta por mujeres

Credit: Buscadoras, La Voz de la Frontera

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Son madres, hijas, hermanas y esposas las que se arman de palas, picos y varillas. 

Los colectivos de búsqueda de personas desaparecidas están compuestos en más de un 90% por mujeres.

Son madres, hijas, hermanas y esposas las que se arman de palas, picos y varillas para buscar hasta por debajo de la tierra.

Angélica comenzó en esta labor hace tres años y lo hizo por una amiga y su hija que desaparecieron en Tijuana.

“Mi amiga apareció al mes desafortunadamente calcinada y a la niña un año después la encontramos viva, desde ahí he acompañado a las demás familias”.

Angélica ha notado que siempre son mujeres las que salen a buscar a sus seres queridos, usualmente los varones se quedan en casa. Dentro de los colectivos se tejen redes para protegerse entre ellas.

“Creo que es el amor el que nos hace invencibles, ellas entran a los lugares menos imaginados, escarban en la tierra y atraviesan los lugares más áridos”. 

Las mujeres que integran los colectivos de búsqueda no piden comodidades ni tampoco labores sencillas, solo las herramientas para seguir en la labor de regresar a casa a quienes un día salieron y ya no regresaron.

Credit: Buscadoras, La Voz de la Frontera
Credit: Buscadoras, La Voz de la Frontera

PERDEMOS EL MIEDO

En menos de dos años, María del Rosario Gutiérrez Urías, se volvió casi experta en identificar huesos, olores y los rastros que puede dejar un cuerpo humano que es calcinado.

El conocimiento lo adquirió al sumarse a los colectivos de búsqueda a raíz de la desaparición de su hijo, Jesús Gabriel López Gutiérrez, visto por última vez en Guaymas, Sonora en 2020.

María del Rosario también perdió el temor a escarbar y encontrar restos humanos, hoy los considera tesoros.

“Tuve fuertes impresiones pero perdemos el miedo, lloramos pero nos alegramos porque es alguien que va a regresar a casa”. 

María del Rosario vino desde Guaymas a Mexicali porque hoy no solo busca a su hijo sino a todos los demás desaparecidos.