Pubdate: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 Source: News & Observer (Raleigh, NC) Copyright: 2006 The News and Observer Publishing Company Contact: https://miva.nando.com/contact_us/letter_editor.html Website: http://www.news-observer.com/ Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/304 Author: Don Bartletti, Los Angeles Times Bookmark: http://www.mapinc.org/pot.htm (Cannabis) DRUG TRADE PERMEATES ARIZ. TRIBE But It Fails To Iift Veil Of Poverty The door to the warehouse near the Tucson airport swings open and a musty-mint odor is instantly recognizable: It's pot. Lots and lots of pot. Inside, neatly stacked bales of marijuana stand like faceless chess pieces -- the evidence from a game of extremes played every day along the nearby Arizona-Mexico border. Anthony Coulson, the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency official in charge there, says that as much as 20 percent of the marijuana brought into Arizona last year was discovered in one location: the Tohono O'odham reservation, where abject poverty and the opportunity for a fast buck torment the American Indian nation. In 2000, according to the DEA, about 50,000 pounds of marijuana were seized on Tohono land. By last year, the figure had soared to 192,225 pounds. Other authorities put the number higher. More and more Tohono themselves, meanwhile, have been caught up in the drug trade. "Young Indians," says Coulson, "carry it over to drop houses," from which the pot eventually finds its way to the streets. While Indian tribes in other places have hit the jackpot with a lucrative gaming trade, the Tohonos' casino in Tucson has generated little revenue for the reservation residents, and 50 percent live in poverty, more than 40 percent are unemployed and misery abounds. Young people see little in their futures. Not long ago, 17-year-old Jared Antone was discovered hanging by a rope from a horse trailer, an apparent suicide. In Jared's bedroom, a candle burned on the floor. "We took the bed out to let the spirits escape," says his aunt, Verna Enos. One man's border On a map, the Tohono O'odham Nation sits like a clenched fist between Tucson and the Mexican border. The U.S.-Mexico boundary is a thin, 70-odd-mile bracelet across the wrist. Near the southeast corner of the reservation are the twin gulches of Sasabe, United States, and Sasabe, Mexico. A gas station and a stylish port of entry are the main attractions on the Arizona side. On the Sonora side, a crucifix towers over a migrant's tiny chapel. Lighted at night, it's a beacon in the desert for another unstoppable diaspora that ebbs and flows. The border here is so flimsy and porous that it defies belief. One spot, called San Miguel Gate, is a 20-foot-wide cattle grate. No door, no lock, no guard, except, that is, for 66-year-old Olivario Listo Enos. He patrols by himself in his dirty Dodge pickup. "At night when my hounds bark, or in the day when dust rises in the south, I grab my guns, jump in my truck and outsmart 'em," Olivario says. "A blast or two over the hood and they stop. When they freeze, I give 'em a choice: 'Your women, your drugs or your keys.' " Smugglers, he says, always leave the keys. Olivario keeps them in a plastic bag. He shows off 11 vehicles left on his property. "When the Border Patrol comes, they knife the tires so the smugglers won't come steal the cars back," he explains. "When the vehicle department in Tucson declares my cars 'abandoned,' I sell 'em for hay to feed my cattle and working horses." No one is immune Every family, it seems, has been touched by drugs, including some of the reservation's elite. In September, Tohono O'odham police stopped a vehicle for speeding and discovered six bales of marijuana under a blanket in the trunk. The driver, 39-year-old Nicholas C. Juan, was arrested and now awaits trial. He is the brother of Vivian Juan-Saunders, the Tohono chairwoman. He isn't the first member of the chairwoman's family to be caught drug-running. Her sister, Mary Juan, was arrested in May 1999 by U.S. Customs officials after they discovered 15 bales of marijuana stashed in her car and in a shed on her property. Mary once had been a tribal judge. She was convicted in federal court and spent a year and a day in jail. She's out now, raising her three grandkids -- her daughter-in-law, arrested with her six years ago, moved off the property. Mary lives on a parcel that has been in the family for four generations. Standing outside her small, brown stucco house, she withholds her reasons for marijuana smuggling behind a nearly expressionless face. "It's better not to bring up the past," she says, wiping a tear from her eye. "It makes me think it's happening all over again." Coulson, the DEA agent, says he isn't surprised that Mary's place doesn't look like that of a drug dealer. "There's little collective wealth from drugs in evidence on the reservation," Coulson says. "Drug-running is not enough to get the Tohono out of poverty -- but just enough to kill them." - --- MAP posted-by: Larry Seguin