Imagine being so desperate for a better life, a smidgen of golden opportunity, you’d be willing to risk it all. Imagine your entire extended family: aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, poverty stricken, selling everything they have to give one member of the family a second chance at life. Imagine giving everything, including your soul to a coyote, a human trafficker, with dreams of making it to the land of opportunity: The United States of America; imagine that same coyote, after taking your money, leaving you helpless in an unforgiving desert or locked in an abandoned airtight semi-trailer with dozens of other migrants to suffocate while baking under the scorching hot Mexican sun.

This is the end product of the American Dream for hundreds of Mexican migrants who pay human traffickers to cross them illegally into the United States.

The desert heat is so intense; the skin of these corpses literally cooks and breaks apart, leaving an empty hollow shell. You can see her spinal column still resting in her neck. She most likely died of dehydration… yet she was found just a few yards away from a water tank. These coyotes are only concerned with moving on and getting from point A to point B and the caravan doesn’t stop for anyone.

Millions of Mexicans, Central, and South Americans have attempted to illegally cross over the southern border into California, Arizona, and Texas. But many of them never make it through alive.

The above picture is called a layup. As you can see trash, persoanl belongings, and clothing are discarded everywhere. What you can’t see are the women’s and girl’s underwear everywhere, literally everywhere.

What was missing? Men’s underwear. Why?

Women and girls have to defend themselves against more than just the weather. Coyotes are notorious for raping, even gang raping, the women and leaving them for dead. Rape Trees, trophy trees with branches adorned with scores of women’s panties, can be found along the coyote paths, their bloodstains are left in the dirt.

These are images that pro-immigration organizations on both sides of the border don’t want you to see.

Everyone has a different story for crossing the border. Some cross for work, to feed their families back in Mexico where earning a living is a constant, brutal, daily struggle. Can you blame them? These Mexican coyotes , who more ofton than not work fo drug cartels, charge thousands in fees to bring human cargo across the border. And sometimes, American companies are footing that bill. These coyotes don’t really care if someone falls behind or runs out of water as they were paid their fee. They are not forced to guarentee delivery; dead or alive.

Mexico must change. We must protect and support our own. We must do away with clinging to an American Dream and work diligently, night and day, in creating our own Mexican Dream, which offers education, employment, and security for all of our faithful citizens.

Although the combined effects of the economic crisis and the new border wall are decreasing the number of immigrants attempting to cross illegally, it is still happening.

Support enforcement, not descrimination nor racism. Support bilateral immigration reform, not gun toting vigilante militants. Support life, not death by the hand of drug dealing cartels human trafficking. Support humanity.