They Call Me Lobo

By Michael Douglas Carlin

El Paso is unlike any other city in America. It isn’t really Texas, it isn’t really New Mexico, and it isn’t really Mexico. El Paso is an island floating between two countries. Growing up here has dynamics unlike any other place in the world. If you are connected you get to live a life of privilege, if not…

Joven is hanging out with his friends near the High School. One of them hands him a small gun. He pops the clip and clears the chamber like a pro. The bullet pops out and he catches it midair. He puts the gun into his pocket. “I have to get back to school. My dad is picking me up. We are even now… right?” “I always pay my debts.”

The school bell rings at Coronado High School and Joven walks out to his father waiting in the car. Joven gets in and his father hands him some legal papers. “What’s this?” “That’s what I am asking… What is this?” “Looks like you have to appear in court.” “Did you notice the reason why?” “I guess it is because I have been ditching school.” “I was blindsided by this… why have I not known about it?” “I have been purging the mail and erasing the messages.” “You are going with me to court!”

“All Rise… this court is now in session, the honorable Judge Martin Tapia is presiding.” Joven and his father await their case. When it is called they stand before the judge. The Judge addresses Joven’s father. “I have never seen you in this court before.” “And you won’t see me here again. This situation is handled.” “What do you intend to do?” “I assure you it is handled.” “I really hope that I don’t see you again.” “Thank you your Honor.”

They are riding in the car. “If you tell me this is never going to happen again I will show you the good life down in Mexico City.” “Of course papa this isn’t going to ever happen again.” “So we are heading for the airport in Juarez right now. Some friends are heading down there in a private jet. We can catch a ride.”

Security at the Juarez Airport is always tight. They get waived right into the private area and they park in the hanger where the Lear Jet is being loaded with assorted suitcases. There seems to be hundreds of them. The cargo hold is already loaded and now the suitcases are being loaded into the seats. Joven gets on the plane as he is instructed by his father. He finds a couple of empty seats and sits. There is a man loading the suitcases on the plane and Joven mistakes him as a laborer. When he sees the gun tucked neatly in his belt he realizes that this is no common laborer. When the man throws one of the suitcases onto the seat it bursts open spilling cash all over the aisle. “Oh my bad, I’ll clean this up.”

The man begins shoving the currency into the suitcase. He hands Joven five hundred-dollar-bills. When Joven looks down at them he notices the blood splattered on the money. “That is just a little taste so you will keep quiet about this. Do we have an understanding?” The man shows Joven his gun as if to say be quiet or you die. Joven gets the message. “Yo no vi nada.” “Exactamente! (beat) Carnal you wouldn’t be on this plane if you weren’t trusted. This is a ‘no shit’ zone and you must be connected so I ain’t really worried.”

“I am Joven.” “We have to come up with a better name for you than that. Everybody in Mexico gets a nickname. Don’t worry we’ll think of something. I am Juan. They call me La Tortuga. I am a Federale. I will be in Mexico City for about a week and I like to eat at El Califa de Leon. If you get a chance you can find me there.”

While Joven is in the plane talking to the “La Tortuga” his father is outside talking to Jorge. “He lies to me.” “What are you going to do?” “I figure God had a pretty good plan. I am just going to follow it.” “Now I am really intrigued. One day my son will be a teenager and I hope I can learn from you. What did God do?” “He showed Adam paradise and then when he sinned he kicked him out of Paradise. My son is going to see the good life and then I am going to have him walk through hell. Either he dies or he learns. Maybe you guys could make yourselves available just in case he gets into trouble?” “Consider it done. Time to get on the plane.”

The Lear Jet lands in Mexico City. Joven and his Father are now enjoying the good life. Jorge and La Tortuga are busy socializing. The Attorney General of Mexico is their host. The suitcases have been neatly stowed upstairs in one of the rooms. There is no need for a guard as nobody here would dare touch money that didn’t belong to them. The party looks to be the Who’s Who of Mexico. It looks like a typical garden party. What we don’t see are the layers of security around the home of the Attorney General. We don’t see the final layer of soldiers that ensure that no one who is unwanted is ever going to get through this buffer. Joven is enjoying himself. He is drinking and rubbing elbows with the rich and powerful in Mexico City. Joven’s Father gives his Federale friends the signal that it is time. He grabs Joven and escorts him through the layers of security to the outside of the compound. “You know you have done wrong. What was the worst part of not going to school?” “I know Papa. The worst of it was that I lied to you.” “That is a sin and because you have sinned I am driving you out of Paradise. You must make your own way back to El Paso. Here is 100 pesos. Choose carefully how you spend it.” “Papa, I accept my punishment. I will see you back in El Paso.” Joven turned and walked down the lonely street in Mexico City. Joven’s Father turned and walked back into the compound but he had tears streaming down his face. The punishment was worse for him than his son.

The Federales were close behind but when they walked out to follow Joven he had vanished. They were dumbfounded. Where had he gone? They too returned into the compound. When Joven’s Father saw them he choked back the tears. “Why aren’t you following him?” “He vanished. We looked everywhere for him.” “What have I done?” Joven’s Father was weeping now uncontrollably. Through the hysterics he said, “You go out and find him and follow him and keep him safe!”

Joven finds a café where he sits to regroup and figure out how to make his way to El Paso. There is a State Police Officer having coffee there a few booths down. A woman walks by the window and waves to the officer. He gives her the eye roll. “Lady I still don’t know anything more about your daughter.” By this time the woman is inside the restaurant. “I know she is alive. I can feel it. You have to help me.” “I told you a thousand times, the trail is cold. Your daughter has vanished without a trace.” “She needs me. I can feel it. You have to find her.” The woman has planted herself across from the cop. He gets up and leaves. She breaks down sobbing. After she sits there alone for a few minutes she gets up and walks by Joven. She looks down at him. “You must have known my daughter. You are about the same age as her.” “Naugh, I am not from here but please sit down. I want to hear about her. How did she disappear?”

Michael Douglas Carlin is a filmmaker, author, and journalist. American Federale is available on iTunes, Amazon, and GooglePlay. Rise a Knight is available on Amazon. Peaceful Protests and A Prescription For Peace is available on iTunes.

© 2000 – 2014 Michael Douglas Carlin. All rights reserved.

THE WORLD NEEDS KNIGHTS

by Michael Douglas Carlin

To many, elections are seen as a way to solve the problems of modern day society. Too many are pinning their hopes on a vote. The truth is that our challenges as a nation and a planet are so daunting that no single man or woman can unwind the mess that tangles us together. Every election might bring slightly more clarity about the direction of the country, but the needs have never been greater for new voices to rise above the din and shout out that they are here to champion a cause. The people have the power to transform America and the world into a much safer and more compassionate place for its inhabitants.

Anyone who is waiting for government to solve our problems isn’t harnessing the synergy created when the stakeholders in any community work together.

The engine of business pays for it all; therefore we all need to be shamelessly working to make money to provide for our own needs and those of our families. We also need to be shameless about the causes we choose to support in the arena of philanthropy. We all have the opportunities today to excel and succeed because of the many men and women who came before us to provide the infrastructure and framework that allow us to succeed. In honor of those who came before, we need to give back to those who are less fortunate and those who will come after, so that all of humanity can drink from the chalice of opportunity.

In days long past, the roads were guarded by Knights. Knights protected the poor, the weak and the afflicted. Knights fought for honor. Knights stood for principles and ideals. They made oaths that they kept even if it brought the consequences of an untimely death. They lived noble lives that rose above petty wrangling. When they saw injustice, they righted it.

I belong to a rogue order of Knights. We trace our roots back to a Knighting inside the Russian Orthodox Church in Moscow. We don’t wait for instructions to do good deeds. We don’t talk about politics or religion on our humanitarian missions. A number of our group are sprinkled throughout the world and go to the most dangerous places to take relief to people in need. They do so for only one reason -- it is the right thing to do.

I have sat in board meetings of charities, where the need is secondary to the egos of the board members. We are dead set against ever participating in this type of charity. If we have food in the proximity of hungry people, there doesn’t need to be an over-engineered plan that glorifies anybody — we simply match our resources with the need in an orderly manner. The world needs more of this Knightly common sense. The world needs more Knights.

We never look for new members of our order. They find us. They already live their lives as Knights. They are already living a noble life. Find a cause you believe in and become passionate about helping people to have better lives. We will find you and ask you to kneel, take the oath of chivalry, and rise a Knight. Until now, our order has Knighted only men, but we have now welcomed our first female Knights into the fold. That may send shock waves around the world, but every person living a chivalric life and championing the cause of helping the less fortunate is a Knight, and we are merely recognizing their life’s work. We are providing them with the mantle of Knighthood that comes with authority and responsibility that is steeped in tradition. Our rogue order doesn’t always follow every rule, especially those rules that were created by people seeking only to glorify themselves. We never claim to be saints, but we do discreetly wear our mantle of Knighthood in our quest to make this world a better place.

Michael Douglas Carlin is a filmmaker, author, and journalist. American Federale is available on iTunes, Amazon, and GooglePlay. Rise a Knight is available on Amazon. Peaceful Protests and A Prescription For Peace is available on iTunes.

© 2000 – 2014 Michael Douglas Carlin. All rights reserved.

Three Tons of Coke

By Michael Douglas Carlin

Three vans heading north laden with cocaine driving straight for the Juarez border. It must be crazy to think they have any chance of getting through to the other side – especially since they are all traveling together. Success is unfathomable.

Corruption stops at the border. We all know about corruption on the Mexican side – America is the land of law and order – rules – laws – arrests – punishment – consequences – no gaps – no possibility of corruption. No breach of security.

The drug dealers have money – vast sums. They study the laws. They examine the rules – the procedures. They look for weaknesses. They keep records. They wait. While law enforcement creates charts and graphs inside of conference rooms, the drug dealers have their own charts, graphs, and surveillance.

They also have lists. They hang out at the racetracks and casinos and they watch. They thumb through the mail of customs agents looking for past due notices. They find out about gambling problems, divorce, or addiction. They even create a problem where it doesn’t exist. How was that border agent to know the woman he slept with was underage? How about the kid that needs an operation? A single leverage point and the slide down the slippery slope has begun.

A few agents working in tandem along with a few safety measures put in place to trigger adherence to rules and even three very well placed tons of cocaine will slide across the border without incident.

The customs agents know this as the 5^th dry run. They are happy because today they get their first payment for letting some cement slide through. They have been assured there is no risk and the next shipment will be the live “real deal”. What they could never know is the vans are not loaded today with cement - it is the real deal. The hundred-fifty grand will ease all of their burdens to make life a little easier.

At the border the additional security measure is being handled by a team of poor looking beggars armed with spray bottles and rags seeking to wash a windshield for a buck. The team of beggars descends on a car and begins washing the window. The family objects which creates commotion that distracts the family while their car is being dusted with cocaine and a small bag is placed in the cavity where gas is filled. The dogs will easily catch the scent of the cocaine residue. This family and a few other families will be grilled for hours, some will be charged with crimes, and some will serve prison sentences to eat up precious resources so that today’s cargo can get through.

Money is the grease for this machine. The hundred-fifty grand goes through first. Once it is safely in the hands of the American representing the five customs agents interests, a telephone call is placed and five beepers go off with a code and everybody knows their role and they begin to execute – they exploit the system that they all know so well.

Their job today is to keep the good, hardworking, honest, agents busy with so much work that the vans can get through.

The Federales escorted the vans from the airstrip through all of the checkpoints. It probably wasn’t necessary because the windshields had the Bengal Tiger insignia to warn all that these vans were untouchable.

As the vans approach the Zaragosa bridge a number of other vehicles fall in with them like clockwork. Horns are honked to signify the hand-off and the Federales turn off just before the point of no return. The lead car has a bundle of cash and once the car hits the customs checkpoint it is immediately waived through, the next car is held up with endless questions. The customs officer continues to ask away until his beeper goes off. He looks down then changes his tune and waives the car to Secondary for further inspection.

Secondary is where agents examine a car closely to see if there are hidden compartments where drugs are stowed. Agents tap on tires, check the gas tank and examine all of the areas where drugs are known to be hiding. Once three stations are filled the agents are all tied up.

As the next two cars come through they too are waived to Secondary for further scrutiny. All of the customs agents are either busy pounding on tires and gas tanks or shaking down innocent families. The entire border is busy with activity as the vans approach laden with drugs. Miraculously they get waived through.

So much cocaine has just passed seamlessly through the border and all it cost was a hundred-fifty thousand custom’s bribe and a few baggies of cocaine. Seems the corruption spilled over the U.S. Border. It might extend throughout the entire United States. There is simply too much money involved.

Michael Douglas Carlin is a filmmaker, author, and journalist. American Federale is available on iTunes, Amazon, and GooglePlay. Rise a Knight is available on Amazon. Peaceful Protests and A Prescription For Peace is available on iTunes.

© 2000 – 2014 Michael Douglas Carlin. All rights reserved.

A Knife in the Chest

by Michael Douglas Carlin

A few days later, Lobo is on the ground grappling with a vaquero. Lobo has the vaquero’s arms pulled back and the man’s face is in the dirt. Lobo, “easy now, Cabron, I’m gunna remember this later and if I get my pretty face cut up, it won’t go good for you.”

Angel has his gun drawn and looks like he is going to shoot through Lobo to kill the man. Thinking better of it he comes up and pistol whips the vaquero in the head. Blood is everywhere but the blow did the trick. The man is out like a light.

“Angel, are you turning over a new leaf? I thought you would kill him.”

“Naugh, este, normally I would have just shot him right through you…but with the new Comandante coming in I didn’t want to have to explain why we are two men short.”

Lobo is waiting to see if this is a joke, but it is no joke so he is back to business, “what was he trying to say?”

La Tortuga, “something about his shirt pocket.”

“I won’t let him go for less than ten grand. He can’t have that in his shirt pocket.”

“Maybe he thought we could take credit cards.” The man has been handcuffed and is still bleeding. Lobo reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a decal with the familiar insignia of the Bengal tiger. “I guess he didn’t have time to put it on his van.”

“How much you want to get from him?”

“That was before I knew he was untouchable. I guess we will have to get our money from them.” La Tortuga looks over where there are three men in the back seat of the other car. They are stuffed in there and on top of the hood are a few guns, and a hundred small packages of what appear to be drugs. The prisoners are watching the Federales “Angel’s worried about the new Comondante, I don’t want Hector Garcia Salazar on my ass.”

“You mean you don’t want his tiger on your ass.”

“No shit, huh, I’ll never get used to seeing him walk around with a full grown tiger in Downtown Juarez.”

La Tortuga is looking at the sticker, “I have never seen one of these that isn’t attached to a windshield. Who could blame us for taking him down? And this sticker might come in handy someday soon.”

Angel nods in approval as he unhand cuffs the Vaquero and rolls him over. With a smooth movement he stabs him in the chest.

“I think those guys saw you kill him.”

“That was the point. We have had an offer of fifteen to let all three go. How much will they offer now?”

“I say fifty minimum.”

“Minimum! Seventy-five or a hundred and we make them give us the money by dawn.”

“Este, we can’t let them all go. We need something for the newspapers.”

“With the weight in the van we have a few hundred kilos for the newspapers. We just find someone to attach to the drugs and we have a housewarming gift for the new Comandante.”

The three cars drive off. All three prisoners are in the back of a single car driving in the middle. The van has been left with the dead Vaquero. There is also a pick-up nearby that belonged to the three prisoners but there is nothing in the bed, it has all been removed and packed in the other cars.

In the early morning the three cars pull up in front of a small Juarez cafe. The three men get out, no one else is around and the three prisoners are no longer in the cars.

La Tortuga, “not a bad night’s work!”

Lobo, “a hundred-seventy-five in cash and the packages.”

Angel, “And you were going to settle for fifteen. Funny how the more real they feel it is; the more cash they seem to be able to get their hands on.”

“The blade of a knife in the chest of a man brings a whole lot of reality to the situation.”

“Oh, that? My bad! But just in case that was a mistake let’s sit on this for a day or two and listen to what we hear from Salazar’s Exotic Zoo. Nothing, so far, has happened that we can’t fix with drugs and money.”

Michael Douglas Carlin is a filmmaker, author, and journalist. American Federale is available on iTunes, Amazon, and GooglePlay. Rise a Knight is available on Amazon. Peaceful Protests and A Prescription For Peace is available on iTunes.

© 2000 – 2014 Michael Douglas Carlin. All rights reserved.