"............Tyrone Mapletoft Williams, a 32-year-old Jamaican immigrant, routinely hauled fresh milk in this trailer from upstate New York to Texas, often returning with a load of watermelons. On this night, he was engaged in something far more lucrative than a typical milk run.
For a fee of $7,500, he had agreed to carry a load of illegal immigrants through a Border Patrol checkpoint about 45 miles up the highway. After he was underway, however, Williams would be redirected by the smugglers to Houston, a six-hour drive.
Now, lights off, the rig followed a smuggler's "rabbit car" to the hiding spot. It made a looping turn, backed toward the brush and stopped. At the rear of the trailer, someone worked a set of levers to open the twin doors. There was a whistle and a command in Spanish: Hurry, hurry. The bushes and trees came alive. Scores of men, a dozen women and one 5-year-old boy, traveling with his father, dashed for the trailer.
Williams remained in the cab, engine running. The smuggler who had recruited him "” a chubby, ne'er-do-well of the border named Abelardo Flores "” told Williams it was best if passengers never got a look at their driver, just in case something went wrong on the road.
Flores positioned himself on the running board beside Williams, giving him the standard instructions: Remain "cool" at the checkpoint. Tell the agent you are running empty. If caught, feign surprise and claim that the people must have sneaked on board, perhaps while you were asleep or inside a truck stop.
One thing Flores did not tell Williams was how many people were being squeezed into his trailer. There were at a minimum 74, and some who boarded put the headcount closer to 100. Still, the loading did not take long, maybe 10 minutes.
The last to board was Maria Elena Castro-Reyes, a Honduran who was headed north to join her husband in Jasper, Ind. He had paid extra on the promise she could ride up front with the driver. So she marched to the passenger side of the cab and climbed up.
She knocked on the door with her fist. Nothing happened. She was not tall enough to look through the window. She heard music coming from inside. She knocked again. She thought the music stopped, but the door did not open. The idling diesel engine revved and the cab lurched, as if the driver had dropped the truck into gear.
Only then did Castro-Reyes move to the back of the trailer. She was appalled by what she saw. The trailer was stuffed with people standing shoulder to shoulder. She refused to board. Two smugglers grabbed her.
"They told me that I could not stay here, that I had to get on," she said later. "They got me by my feet and by my hair, and they threw me in."
With that, the doors were shut and locked from the outside, sealing tight a trailer filled with too many human beings. The dying would begin before they had made it halfway to Houston......"
INSIDE the trailer, the passengers were hurtling toward death, their bodies battered by heat, dehydration and a shortage of oxygen. In overlapping methods of attack, these three instruments of death would break down the kidneys, lungs, heart and brain. Along the way, they would produce pounding headaches, vomiting, bulging eyes, a maddening shortness of breath and hallucinations.
By now, most of the trailer occupants were too far gone to bang or shout. Some, spent, sunk to their knees in weariness. Others found places in the less-crowded front of the trailer to lie down and await death. Lorenzo Otero-Marquez recalled it felt "fresh" somehow on the floor. He lay in the blackness and listened to others flailing as they died, their bodies convulsed by seizures.
"You could only hear that they were dying," he testified. "They started to strike with their hands louder, and then they stopped striking."
Ana Gladis Marquez-Aguiluz also heard, and felt, these final throes: "They were hitting and some of them were kicking us "” strongly, not intentionally."
In the jumble of bodies, the living sometimes became pinned under the dead. The father of the 5-year-old was kneeling over his child when he too passed away.
"Everybody was falling down," recalled Castro-Reyes. "And they were shouting that people were dying. Some of them fell on me. And I was saying, 'Get me out of here. I don't belong here. They threw me on here.'"...................
........."The agent aimed a flashlight into the sleeper compartment at the back of the cab. If Matias Flores was banging away with his load brace, as he later insisted, Buchanan did not hear it. He examined Williams' passport and wanted to know about the young woman riding beside him.
Her name was Fatima Holloway. Williams, married with his third child on the way, had met the 28-year-old a few days earlier through a mutual friend in Cleveland, a fellow Jamaican immigrant who dealt in drugs. Holloway was being paid $1,000 by this man to carry cash to a narcotics transaction in Houston.".......
This should be a painful lesson for any Black man or woman who conspires to smuggle illegal Hispanic immigrants and illicit drugs into the U.S., It is certain that in addition to Tyrone Williams prison sentence, Death Sentence, etc., the surviving illegal immigrant's heirs, and their attorney(s) have sued the owner(s) of the trucking company for wrongful death, etc., etc.
Like usual, some Black people have become so foolish as to become "fodder" for illegal immigrants........
.............illegal immigrants having everything to gain and nothing to lose to enter and re-enter the U.S. illegally, while Black people, in a Tyrone Williams, etc., etc., have everything to lose for participatiing in this illegal Hispanic immigrant, and illicit drug smuggling venture.