"I never knew which cartel I worked for"

Buy a subscription to Harper's and read the new article by Charles Bowden,

"The Sicario: A Juarez Hit Man Speaks." It's an interview with a former State Police commander in Juarez, Mexico.

 

"They hardly ever do police work," writes Bowden of the policeman and his partner years ago. "[T]hey are working full-time for the narcos. This is his real home for almost twenty years, a second Mexico that does not exist officialy and that co-exists seamlessly with the government." For much of his life, the commander spent most of his waking hours transporting kidnap victims, guarding them, torturing them (often in safehouses surrounded by cop cars), killing them, and disposing of the bodies, which numbered in the hundreds.

 

"We are not monsters," he tells Bowden. "We have education, we have feelings. I would leave torturing someone, go home and have dinner with my family, and then return. You shut off parts of your mind. It is a kind of work, you follow orders." (Read the beginning of the article for free at Anderson Cooper.)

 

Bowden wrote two books I want to track down now, Juarez: The Laboratory of Our Future, and Down by the River: Drugs, Money, Murder, and Family. I think Hugo Chavez should have pressed both of these into the palm of Obama, along with the one he actually did give our president, Open Veins of Latin America (more here). Bowden, a reporter embedded in the front lines of the drug war along the Southwestern border for decades, knows the war intimately enough to state plainly its murderous, corrupting futility and fraudulence: