One set of the bones was that of an adolescent - Laurie, the Samaritan and her partner and neighbor built crosses at each of the three sites. It was a rough climb - in fact, I took a very undignified fall but was helped up by a friend and continued to the memorial sites. It was very quiet in the desert, the wind blowing through the cactii and ocotillo and an occasional sound of a bird. We stood silently thinking of whose father or brother or mother might have lain undetected in the desert until only their bones remained. The cross says Presente which many Central Americans say at funerals as a way of remembering the person who is no longer with them.
I am living in a casita/a small guest house near Sabino Canyon on the road to Mt. Lemmon. My hostess is Deborah McCullough, a "provocative social justice artist working on issues related to the U.S.-Mexico border. She is also facilitator for the Tucson Samaritan meetings every Tuesday evening. She told me that she was doing a Stations of the Cross for a Roman Catholic conference this past weekend. Late Friday night I stopped at the Convention Center and walked in silence looking at the Via Crucis. Iurge all of you readers to go to this link and view the slide show of her work. It is incredibly moving. http://www.deborahmccullough.com/
Look at her work and think of all the migrants who left their clothing, food, rosaries, and shoes and yes, some of them their lives in the desert.