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June 15th, 2009
08:54 PM ET

Without a trace

[cnn-photo-caption image=http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/images/03/25/art.maryanne.border.jpg caption="Near the U.S.-Mexican border."]

Rusty Fleming
Documentary Filmmaker and Author

www.drugwarsthemovie.com

As she sits on her couch looking back at me, Consuelo wipes the tears from behind her glasses and tries to tell me about the night her 18-year-old daughter was taken - suddenly and violently – and never heard from again.

Her trembling hands and shaking legs speak volumes of the pain she suffers day-in and day-out, wondering about the fate of youngest daughter. “Is she alive? Is she dead? Is she cold and hungry? Have they hurt her? If they did kill her where is her body?” These thoughts and many more, race through the mind of this single mother a hundred times a day.

Consuelo – not her real name; she’s too afraid to use her real name – is a 49-year-old mother of four. “Today is my baby’s 20th birthday. It’s been over two years and we’ve heard nothing.”

Consuelo can hardly speak her daughter’s name before her face flinches with pain and her eyes fill up again with tears. With a breath of exasperation and more than a hint of resentment she says, “No one has helped us, no one.”

As horrific as this story is, it’s a story that has been played out hundreds of times in the last five years all across the U.S.-Mexico border. Sometimes it ends with the return of the loved one, in some cases alive but in most cases, dead. Sometimes like in Consuelo’s case it never ends. I’ve interviewed over fifty families in the last four years of parents, husbands and wives all across the southwest border that have one thing in common, they are all still living the same nightmare on a daily basis, “what has happened to my loved one in Mexico.”

My first encounter was with a man whose daughter and best friend became the center of attention in the mainstream media for a short time after the kidnappings in September of 2004.

So compelled by their story, I made them the centerpiece of the kidnapping segment of my documentary, Drug Wars. William Slemaker sat down with me and told me the frightening details of the night his daughter, Yvette Martinez, 24, and her best friend, Brenda Cisneros, 21, were kidnapped, just a half mile from the bridge crossing back into the U.S. by the local police in Nuevo Laredo only to be handed over to a drug lord the next day. He told me that when he reported the two girls missing, he was surprised to find out how helpless U.S. authorities were and how hopeless the Mexican authorities were.

After a grueling night listening to William and five other families tell me their stories of pain and despair, I was emotionally drained to the point that I got up from the chair I had been sitting in for nearly six hours, walked into the bathroom of the adjoining room, broke down and cried like a baby. As a parent, I could not help but place myself in the shoes of these parents and feel for just a moment the pain they have been feeling for years. I walked back into the room where they had all gathered and as I embraced them all and thanked them for coming to talk to me, I knew I never wanted to know what it would be like to be in their position. That is what keeps me reporting on the border today: their pain.

The pain of these individuals motivates me every time I want to quit, every time I get discouraged about reporting the stories that never seem to make a difference. Every time I look at my bank account and see that I have literally broke myself and my family financially to get the word out to as many people as possible—I think of them and suddenly my problems are not so bad after all. I stop feeling sorry for myself and start working again.

Not all of the kidnappings I have worked in the past four years have this never ending kind of pain attached. Some people do actually get confirmation of the death of their loved one, occasionally they even get the remains in which they can bury, cremate grief over and gain some type of closure on. And then every once in a while a happy ending comes—their loved one comes home, alive—not always well, but alive.

The last kidnapping I covered in Nuevo Laredo, Texas was just such a case. Two young girls, 18 and 19 years old, were out late at night at a bar in Nuevo Laredo and at about 2:30 am, they were kidnapped and held without a ransom demand for a week. On the seventh day—their captors released them near a truck stop on the outskirts of Nuevo Laredo. I spent most of that week with Gina (not her real name), the mother of the eldest of the two girls. Her grief, pain and suffering was all too familiar to me.

Alas, there were two silver linings to this story. The obvious one was that the girls were returned to their families, emotionally beat down and physically hurt, but alive and well enough to recover. But the one silver lining that had an even bigger impact on me than the girls being reunited with their loved ones, was the unconditional love and support this family that I shared that week with received from one man. He was the same man that first called me on the phone to tell me about the kidnappings before the local news had even reported it. He told me “Rusty, you need to get down here and investigate this.”

This man stood by Gina and held her hand as she walked, held her head as she cried and helped her at every critical turn. This man stood there with a face of tears as the news of the safe return of this young girl was confirmed by the authorities and celebrated along with the family as they waited in anticipation for the teenage victim to walk thru the doors of the Webb County Sheriff’s office. When it was all over, Gina went on national television thanking this man for all he had done to encourage, help and support her and she thanked God for sending this man to her because she had no one else. That man was none other than William Slemaker.

William has managed to take the pain he endured for the past four and a half years and turn it into a useful and powerful tool to help others faced with the same plight. I have taken William with me all over the country to speak at conventions and several venues where we premiered Drug Wars and audiences from everywhere are drawn to his story but drawn even closer by his passion to help the hundreds of other people who have missing loved ones in Mexico. My prayer for William and his family is that through helping others and showing them the unconditional love and support that the pain and grief they have suffered over Yvette’s disappearance will be removed—without a trace.


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soundoff (6 Responses)
  1. Annie Kate

    I cannot imagine living day by day worrying about a child I had not seen in 2 years because she was taken from me just as others had been taken from their parents. A parents' nightmare...... what do you do when the crooks have taken over and law enforcement is ineffectual ?

    June 15, 2009 at 6:41 pm |
  2. Deborah in Blue Springs MO

    My heart goes out to "Consuelo" and all other relatives of these casualties of the war on drugs. What the folks in Washington D.C. fail to recognize is that by legitimizing the drug market, these cartels will have no business.

    Alcohol prohibition and resultant crime caused the same kinds of stories. Innocent people murdered, taken, raped, tortured... all in the name of supply and demand having been driven underground because of draconian laws against a substance which now sponsors our national past times.

    One day, logic and compassion will overtake and defeat political and financial ideologies and people like "Consuelo" will not have to suffer such loss and heartbreak.

    June 15, 2009 at 2:01 pm |
  3. Kelly Rommann

    How terrible for these poor families. Unfotuntatly these stories are all to familier.

    June 15, 2009 at 1:24 pm |
  4. Eliana Borja

    I live here close to the border...I wish there were more we could do!

    June 15, 2009 at 11:29 am |
  5. Janette

    It was heart renching reading this report. What families and communities have gone through and enduring because of cruelty and the senselessness of these vicious perpetrators. My hope is for justice to be delivered to those who have lost loved ones. How can these acts be prevented?

    June 15, 2009 at 10:40 am |
  6. Teresa, OH

    As a parent, I truly dont know what could be more devastating than a missing child and all the wondering and worrying that comes with it.

    It is so beyond me that a person could be walking down the street one day and then disappear forever. What world is this?

    It almost makes GPS systems, implanted in people at birth, a viable option.

    June 15, 2009 at 9:46 am |