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Malverde: Mexico's Drug Trafficking Saint
This is one installment in a 13-part series of multimedia stories by Fronteras: The Changing America Desk that investigates our role in the illegal narcotics trade.
For 20 years, Doña Tere has sat at her rocking chair inside the chapel to this Robin Hood like figure, Jesus Malverde. Legend has him as a bandit from the 19th century who stole from the rich to give to the poor. These days, he's co-opted by the drug lords along the Pacific coast who are making load runs to the U.S.
La Doña tells the story of how the shrine came to be. It's not a pretty story.
In the late 1970s, a local man was shot in the stomach seven times. No one ever says why or who shot him.
"He begged Malverde to allow him to flee the bar where he was shot and get out onto the street to ask for help," she said. "He promised Malverde he'd take care of his shrine ever after."
He lived and by the look of things, he's held up his part of the bargain.
The small concrete chapel is shrouded in green light from the tinted windows. There's a bust of the mustachioed Malverde in the center. Plaques adorn the walls. Thank you for a successful trip to the United States, someone wrote.
Thank you for getting me out of prison, another person wrote.
For $5, La Doña will sell you a leather scapular bearing the mustachioed face of the “narco-santo”, or drug lord saint.
Or you can just post a photo of yourself posing with the bust and add it to the hundreds of faded photos taped to the walls.
For those who don't want to show their face, there is an alternative: Hire a band to sing a good ol' fashioned “Sinaloan corrido” (country song) as gratitude.
The singers don't want to talk. Instead, they slip right into their song: An homage to Malverde.
The translated lyrics:
"I'm going to sing a “corridor” of a story that is true / About a generous bandit who robbed wherever he wished. / Jesus Malverde was a man who helped the poor. / That's why they protected him when the law came looking."
His fame is well established in Mexico, and it’s growing here in the United States.
A shrine to the saint sits in a small cave along a known drug mule route south of Tucson, Arizona. In Phoenix's Latino neighborhoods, young men sport Malverde medallions like Catholic scapulars. He even shows up in a blog about "the taco lifestyle" in Los Angeles.
Down here in Sinaloa, he's more voodoo than Catholic saint; and a jealous one at that, says La Doña. With Malverde, there's a price to pay.
"Here's the thing with Malverde. You ask for your miracle, and whatever you promised (him in return), you'd better fulfill," she said.