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Still from El Velador xartel, courtesy of Icarus Films. Eventually, everyone reaches the point where they end up telling their story. In earlyI met a young, successful, professional twenty-something——the son a of a Sinaloa drug lord capo who is now in prison.
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We oxorno in contact for half a year and met four times in the outskirts of Mexico City. When did you first become aware that you were the child of a drug lord? It must have been in middle school, when I was really able to reflect on it.
Because in middle school I had to spend my days with kids who were more or less related to the phenomenon, since their parents had some connection to it [the drug economy]. Yes, it was a private school and all the kids were enthralled with narco-culture.
They were transfixed by it, and it was always a topic of conversation, as in: At that time, he was a hero for some but not for others. Some of them already saw him as a figure in decline. When they detained him, Amado Carrillo was all the rage. They were always comparing them and for some reason I was dr around. Yes, they were always trying to generate some sort of argument, but I always kept a distance. Sometimes they questioned me: Why does your mom pick you up at school?
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It was seen as stooping too low for people involved in that world, because they had bodyguards or Cartier watches while I wore a Casio. Our family had a pretty plain outlook.
No, we never suffered from lack of money, thank God. My mom taught us many values and so did my dad. He was——he still is——a very austere man; we never saw him wearing jewelry or being ostentatious. He was our model, our standard. We thought they were clowns. No, he was mostly a man of action rather than phrases. One time, I remember we bought some water guns. He gave us money and sent a person with us to buy clothes and toys and we came back with these water guns.
He got really angry. He got incensed that we bought war toys. He told us never to buy those things, that guns were for criminals and troublemakers. We got very scared. He never hit us, but he was our authority figure, he was the law.
His only obsession was for us to study, to get masters and doctoral degrees. He was very kind and well mannered——an exceedingly kind man. I remember that one time we went to pick up a camera, we were getting the lens repaired or something, and the person in the store treated him with such respect, not as you would treat someone you know, but with the mutual esteem displayed by two people who greatly respect each other.
It was the type of thing that caught my attention. Everyone treated him so well, and he always dl always very polite, he had a way with people. He knew how to deal with people without being disrespectful to them, without infringing on their sense of privacy. I was very introverted, in a way. No, it was very different back then.
When you think of someone important, you associate him with the image you have of these types of characters today. Yes, I remember he played with xartel of us. Physically demanding games and sports like handball or basketball. I remember the next day that we went out and the city seemed abandoned.
There were no people or policemen or anything——I remember that part very well. I was very young. Many things were said on the phone, or behind closed doors, but you never knew exactly what was going on.
What are the most important things enirque you have come to accept being the son of a capo? Isolation, loneliness, difficulty erique establishing relationships. Who do you share your life with? And well, I was rather shy in elementary school; dieog middle school the narco-culture was already gathering steam; and in high school a similar thing happened, I made friends but they were only temporary.
I knew they osofno something from me. Because they were always making references to my dad, or money, or saying we should go to my place or that place. They knew what I could provide so they resorted to that kind of thing a lot. And I… well I also took advantage of that. They were always asking to borrow this or that, and never paid me back. The relationships I value are those that I have made without people knowing who I am.
You told me about a romantic relationship you had as a teenager, which you had to break off on account of your dad being a capo. She was a young lady from a family, how could I say it, cxrtel a family with a political past.
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It was practically my first mature love, if you can call it that. I had a good relation with all the family and spent time with winaloa parents. No, a cousin introduced us; he gave me her e-mail and we wrote to each other. Then we saw each other. It was a relationship that lasted one, two years at most.
And when they found out, they had me come over and told me: We like you, but you must end your relationship with our daughter. That was the cartell time. Enriqus it happened again, but by that point you had much more experience. Yes it was painful, but gradually you begin protecting yourself. You can better judge who will accept you, evaluate the person, the family, and gauge how far you can go with them.
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I really respected, and still respect that man. I respect the decision, and in a way you understand; maybe they wanted the best for their daughter and they have enriqud image of me, or of my dad, or of my family derived from the media or from the government.
If I tell them: Then you can look at things with a cool head and understand them. It got less and less dramatic. You never have economic problems. You can live; I lived well, locked up in my own little world, for a long time. Personally, all those things worry me. We once spoke of the social gatherings in Sinaloa in which you were marginalized, even though the others attending were children of people who benefitted from your snaloa.
The thing is that when my dad was outside, everyone thought highly of him. Well, I saw them for what they are: As time goes by you get used to it.
Maybe you stop socializing completely. Do you reject that image? And if we really were as they say we are, I would have bodyguards now, I would be looking over my shoulder, or carrying a weapon, or involved in illegal things. In a normal, unassuming way. We see cars as transportation. I feel that only insecure people wear it. How does it feel to spend several years of your life between jails and detention centers visiting your dad?
This question sounds absurd but I can think of no other way to pose it: Yes, well I like seeing my dad. But, once you arrive, you start thinking: Who will they let me in with? How will they search me now? Will I have to pull down my pants or not? How long will each piece of paperwork take? How much time will I waste in order to go in and see my dad? Well, in there it is normal. Every time you go, you know there will be something new.
It happens as far back as I can remember.