It is also impossible to know whether the bottles were destroyed by border militia groups or individual members of the Tohono O’Odham nation. What is clear to me on this broiling summer day is that though they are no longer physically present, spectral traces of several things exist in the discarded items I find in the Tohono borderlands of Arizona: I see in them the effort to allow bodies to survive (and alternatively, to make them die), conflicting ideologies regarding who ‘belongs’ and who does not, and a perpetually waged, ever-evolving struggle over and against sovereign state
It is also impossible to know whether the bottles were destroyed by border militia groups or individual members of the Tohono O’Odham nation. What is clear to me on this broiling summer day is that though they are no longer physically present, spectral traces of several things exist in the discarded items I find in the Tohono borderlands of Arizona: I see in them the effort to allow bodies to survive (and alternatively, to make them die), conflicting ideologies regarding who ‘belongs’ and who does not, and a perpetually waged, ever-evolving struggle over and against sovereign state