Chuck Bowden wrote the preface to this book, and he doesn't even spell Colombia right. He spells it Columbia! 🤣
Terrence poppy wrote a book about a so-called drug lord from Chihuahua. For a time this drug lord "controlled the plaza," meaning he gave money to the military and police of that district to allow him and his employees to buy and sell drugs, and they would not hinder him. Also, he could use soldiers and police to look after his affairs, such as guarding his marijuana fields.
This money could be worth as much as $100,000 a month.
In 1974, a mayor's race for the city of Ojinaga, Chihuahua, had been run and the opposition party mayor had been elected, something unheard of. But suspicions and rumors begin to run rampant about the new mayor. It was found that he had gone to the official party, but was turned down after they told him that a long-standing party loyalist would win the election, and only then he had gone to the opposition party. Rumors also ran that he was laundering money for a drug lord named Manuel Carrasco.
The department heads in Ojinaga were called into the mayor's office one by one, and sometimes severally, to discuss the situation with drug trafficking in the state:
"the mayor said to the administrator, 'we have to recognize that drug trafficking is a good business, and also that there is nothing that can really be done about it. And anyway, all of the drugs are going to the United States.'
The administrator replied: 'yes, but some of it always remains in Mexico where it is consumed. But the fact remains that there can never be any moral or ethical justification for that kind of activity.'
The Mayor and Manuel Carrasco exchanged smiles. The mayor said, 'maybe not, but it can be seen as having an historical justification as the vengeance of a vanquished country that lost half of its territory in a war with the United States – and is still being exploited by the United States.' "
I'll say!
In chapter 5 the author gives a little history into the background of the "plaza" in Chihuahua. The former drug lord in charge of the plaza, named Manuel Carrasco, had to flee the state, after a shootout with the nephew of a higher up, Heraclio Avilez, got shot, some say in order for Carrasco to avoid paying his uncle for a plane-load of marijuana.
Meanwhile, Pablo Acosta left New Mexico, after being indicted by a federal court for a bust that took place there. When Carrasco Fled the state, the Ojinaga plaza fell by default to shorty Lopez, a pal of Pablo Acosta from when they both were serving Time in Fort Leavenworth.
"Old Man Avilez not only put a price on Manuel Carrasco's head, he also put out a contract for every one of the municipal cops in Ojinaga. They were all to be killed.
Rumors flashed around town that two airplanes full of avilez men armed with machine guns and machetes were on the way with orders to kill Carrasco and butcher the policemen. to the last man, the Ojinaga police force fled to the United States."
1978, Pablo Acosta's name had become more familiar to customs intelligence as the one who was in charge of the plaza in Ojinaga, responsible for running drugs through the Big bend region of Texas.
Sometimes the Mexican military would pretend to go after narcotraficantes, in order to look better to U.S. customs.
In 1982, A 60- to 90-acre marijuana plantation south of Ojinaga was due to be harvested.
"That particular plantation was 'raided' and burned a couple of weeks after the intelligence report [of September 14, 1982] was written. The raid was duly played up by the Mexican media which touted it as a 'blow' against the narcotraficantes by the authorities. Mexican informants, however, Drew for their American contacts in precidio [Texas] a different picture of the military action. The fields were of sinsemilla, a strain of marijuana grown mainly for the potent tops. Pablo was allowed to harvest the tops. Only then, in the presence of the media, did the military move in and slash-and-burn what was left."
1981, Pablo had a serious setback when he lost a pilot, his ground crew, a plane, a lot of marijuana, and a first-rate landing site in Texas, and moreover, one of his brothers.
A landing site perfect for smuggling drugs into Texas was found west of Orla, a tiny farming community near the Pecos River and one of the most isolated regions in an already desolate West Texas.
About 9:30 on the evening of January 22nd Rogelio, the pilot, took off with the first of Pablo's loads. Pablo waited for hours, expecting Rogelio to return to fly the second of the two loads, and finally knew that something had gone wrong. Calls began to come in, and he found out what happened.
"... Texas State narcotics officers had been hiding next to the farm Road, waiting for the plane to land. As soon as Rogelio landed and taxied up, the ground Crew began unloading the bales of marijuana and putting them into a van. The police moved in, catching the pilot and ground crew by surprise. Contrary to his usual practice of remaining in the plane, rogelio had jumped out to help transfer the marijuana to the van. When one of the American cops shouted 'police!' Rojelio panicked and backed up along the cowling. As he did so, he stepped into the propeller blade, which sliced through his head all the way down to his chest. He was not the only casualty. One of the ground crew was shot when he aimed a machine gun at the policeman. In all, six men were arrested, including Pablo's brother."
Yikes! I got a visual when I read this. 🤢
Reading this book, I got a little bit of knowledge regarding cultivating marijuana: Marco [a drug runner working under Pablo] appointed an overseer and handed out assault rifles for defense against Intruders. A few people had to remain there during the entire three-month growing period To keep the field clear of weeds and to uproot male marijuana plants. As a result of the horticultural experimentation that went on in the 1960s and 1970s, pot growers learned that female plants contain the highest concentration of the psychopotent resins peculiar to cannabis. They also learned that the concentration dropped if the female plant became pollinated. It was crucial, therefore, to uproot the male plants as soon as they became identifiable."
David regela was a customs officer on the U.S. side. He actually crossed over the border and visited Pablo in Ojinaga several times, with the intent to use Pablo as an informant. He knew how the system in Mexico worked, the franchise nature of organized crime. How the government allowed people like Pablo Acosta to operate as an unofficial extension of government.
On one occasion, he and other agents in the presidio enforcement office were able to observe Mexican government involvement firsthand.
The agents had detected a 3-acre marijuana field on the Mexican side of the Rio grande in Colorado canyon, midway between presidio and Big bend national Park. On a ledge about 50 feet above the river, it was at the base of sheer cliffs that towered on both sides of the canyon. The field and irrigation pipes were not visible from the river, but you could see it through binoculars from the top of cliffs on the American side.
In an effort to try to stop the marijuana from being harvested and crossed over into the U.S., the customs officials channelled Information to authorities in Mexico City. The Mexican government announced it was sending a special unit with orders to destroy the field, agreeing to allow the Americans to lead them to it. But suddenly the Americans were told their assistance would not be needed. The next day the government of Mexico announced that the field had been located and destroyed and arrests had been made.
"regela did not have any reason to disbelieve the report, but a week later he decided to see how thorough an eradication job the Mexicans had done. He and a girlfriend kayaked downriver to Colorado canyon and climbed the slope up the edge of the field. Before even reaching the field they heard a gunshot and a bullet whizzing over their heads. Eight soldiers emerged out of nowhere demanding to know what they were doing there. Regela acted like a dumb tourist and explained they were searching for Indian ruins. The soldiers finally let them go but not before Regela was able to observe that the marijuana field was still intact."
The American agents later kayaked down the river, when they found that there was a 3-hour break between soldiers shifts. They climbed the cliff, pulled out the marijuana plants and the irrigation pipes, and threw it all in the river.
Acosta's reign did not last long, as any drug lord's couldn't. There's a lot of money to be made in drugs, but there's so much risk and bloodshed involved in it.
In My own experience, in my youth, I worked in a bar of a Mexican restaurant in San Jose California. It was owned by a certain [Señor] Franco, who had been a fairly big distributor in the San Jose East side area in the past. He had to lay low by the time I knew him, because of the heat that was put on him. But at the time I worked in the bar, I was approached many times, asking if I wanted to sell drugs. When I said that it was just too much risk to take, I was told that there was not much risk involved, and plenty of opportunity.
I learned a lot reading this book; I'm a bit familiar with the region, having lived in Las Cruces, New Mexico, 50 miles north of El Paso and Juárez, in my youth.
This author writes in a very knowledgeable manner, having been a journalist for years.