DAY 6: HARLEY BOATS

We’re gathered on the banks of the Rio Grande again, and on the Mexican side again. This way, the military, border patrol, gawker repubs coming to gloat over all the ways refugees can be maimed, killed, prevented from entering, this way they will see us and know that they are seen.

I hope you can listen to this – and then turn up the volume 10 times. I’m taking this video from a good distance away, at the edge of the city Piedras Negras.

I call these fuckin intrusive boy-toys the harley’s of boats, as they’re equally loud and disruptive. So bloody unnecessarily loud as they ‘patrol’ up and down the beautiful, usually serene Rio Grande, hunting for human beings as they try to herd people back across the river, as they arrest them, or watch them drown.

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