El Paso Remembered
A memorial immediately after the El Paso shooting, in August 2019, honored victims of the attack, including Javier Amir Rodriguez. Photo courtesy of PBS NewsHour
A year after racism turned lethal for 23 people in El Paso, a veteran journalist looks back on what’s become of her Texas border city, the victims’ families, and survivors of the hateful shooting
Editor’s note: A year ago, shoppers hunting for bargains on school supplies instead found themselves in the crosshairs of white supremicist Patrick Wood Crusius, a 21-year-old from, Allen, a town outside of Dallas. It had taken Crusius some 10 hours to drive to El Paso. But he needed just seconds to unload his semiautomatic weapon, spraying a Walmart store packed with an estimated 3,000 shoppers and about 100 employees. It was just before the start of school in this swath of the Chihuahuan Desert, shared by two countries and millions of people for whom the border had always been more concept than reality. Crusius faces at least 90 federal and state hate and weapons charges. He also faces a death sentence. Today, after all the nation’s thoughts and prayers, residents of El Paso, in Texas, and Ciudad Juarez, in Mexico, have bonded closer since the massacre. They’ve lined up for blood drives, public rallies, and more memorials than any community should ever have to endure. In this evocative essay, a veteran journalist talks about what’s happened to her beloved El Paso and its stout residents since the shooting. This essay also appears on the websites of The Texas Observer and El Paso Matters.
By Angela Kocherga
Eduardo Castro, known as Eddie, couldn’t wait to get out of the car. He was impatient with the time it was taking to retrieve his walker from the trunk. On a hot summer day, he had crossed the border from Ciudad Juarez in Mexico so he could see the woman he calls his angel.
It was their first connection since the mass shooting -- the deaths of 23 people and the wounding of dozens more -- at the Walmart store on El Paso’s east side. Castro, 72, was full of emotion as he greeted Adria Gonzalez and her mother. Talk quickly turned to that day, August 3, 2019, and the deep wound that still stretches across the long border between Texas and Mexico. For the next two hours, the trio recounted what had happened; how life changed the moment they heard the snaps of rapid gunfire.
It had quickly become apparent to them that something bad was coming their way.
“There goes another one, boom, boom, boom,” Castro said, gesturing as if he was holding a large rifle, firing off rounds.
Adria Gonzalez, joined in, adding her own recreation of the sounds of the shooting. “Boom, and then boom, and boom.”
At first the gunshots sounded distant, they agreed. But then the sounds grew closer.
Soon the awful toll was clear: 20 people lay dead. Dozens more were wounded. Shock and chaos ruled the rest of the day.
Two more victims would die days later. Another died in April, nine months after the mass shooting.
A little girl stands at the makeshift memorial outside the Walmart in El Paso that was the site of a mass shooting on August 3, 2019. Photo courtesy of Angela Kocherga
Hate’s long drive
In the midst of the horror that day, there were also moments of heroism. Gonzalez saved his life, says Castro.
Their conversation flowed easily in Spanish, Castro’s preferred language. To mark today’s COVID-19 reality, they wore masks and stood several feet apart, even when they found shade from the blistering summer heat under a small group of trees.
There were moments of silence and sobbing. And for me, as I observed the reunion, saddened but also inspired, there was a deepening recollection of what was really on display one year ago.
I remember getting the first alert with the words “mass shooting” on my phone, and staring at the words in disbelief. It’s a Walmart we all know well.
The shooter targeted El Paso because of what it is -- a predominantly Latino community on the western edge of Texas, embracing Mexico as much as it does the United States.
After listening to Castro and Gonzalez, I fully understood that who we are and where we live on the border is how we are able to cope with the trauma of an attack that tested this resilient city.
The gunman told police he had come to El Paso to “kill Mexicans.” He drove from North Texas, traveled more than 650 miles and 10 hours “to stop the Hispanic invasion of Texas.” He outlined this in a diatribe posted on an online message board promoting white supremacy.
Walmart shooting survivors Adria Gonzalez, her mother Agueda Ponce Torres and Eduardo Castro reunite at Memorial Park in El Paso nearly a year after the August 3, 2019, attack. Photo courtesy of Angela Kocherga
Binational bonds
The gunman came to kill “others” he viewed as foreign invaders. Those inside the store during his deadly rampage saw each other as family.
That unbreakable bond unites friends and families on both sides of the border.
Gonzalez, 38, is a U.S. citizen with deep roots in Mexico’s Chihuahua state, where her mother, Agueda Ponce Torres, 75, hails from. She looked at Castro as akin to her own “abuelo” -- grandfather. Castro, a former construction worker in several U.S. cities, refers to Gonzalez as “mija” --my daughter.
“People don’t understand, in El Paso, we're a family, from Juarez to Chihuahua to Parral,” Gonzalez explained, naming major cities in the Mexican state.
“We’re siblings,” added Castro, apologizing for having to sit down. He relies on a walker because he regularly feels unsteady. Since the attack, he’s become unwilling to talk to others about what happened inside the Walmart store -- even avoiding the subject with his son and wife. He also has trouble eating and sleeping.
William Englisbee holds a photo of his 86-year-old mother, Angelina Maria Silva de Englisbee, at Evergreen Cemetery in El Paso. She was one of 23 people killed August 3, 2019, during a mass shooting at a Walmart. Photo courtesy of Angela Kocherga
A good day for shopping
On that Saturday morning a year ago, the lines on the bridges from Juarez to El Paso were as long as they usually get on weekends before the start of the school year. Mexican shoppers here cross legally every day to spend hard-earned pesos-turned-to-dollars on consumer goods and groceries.
Castro was one of those shoppers. Like many in this binational community, he’s a legal U.S. resident who spends a lot of time in Ciudad Juarez with his family.
That day, Gonzalez and her mother Agueda, were debating meat prices inside the Walmart. Castro had just cashed his Social Security check at the bank inside the store and was in the produce section, collecting items for his wife.
That’s when they met. That’s when Gonzalez rushed to the front of the store to usher shoppers back as the gunman approached.
“When I heard you yell. I followed you and took off running,” Castro recalled. Many could not escape, including a 90-year-old man.
More than half of the 23 people killed were 60 or older, including 86-year-old Angelina Maria Silva de Englisbee.
On the anniversary of the shooting, her son William Englisbee is focused on her memory and on the family’s proud legacy.
“Her dad in World War II fought in the Philippines,” William Englisbee said. “She had three brothers, all in the military. My grandfather, her father Marcelino Silva, was born in Lamy, New Mexico, before New Mexico became a state in 1912. Goes way, way back hundreds of years in Santa Fe with my mom’s side of the family.”
In the wake of the El Paso shooting, residents of neighboring Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, held a memorial honoring the Mexican residents among the victims. Photo courtesy of PBS NewsHour
A haunting like no other
Along this stretch of the border, where three U.S. states and two countries intersect, many people are immigrants and have roots somewhere else. We choose to live here. That makes it easy to straddle the border. I grew up in Guadalajara and Texas. For many years, I was based in my native Mexico City, in a news bureau as a well-traveled foreign correspondent. I’ve covered violence and bloodshed, from massacres and cartel killings to migrants brutalized by organized crime.
Yet, it’s the Walmart hate crime that haunts me like no other. It was a mass murder in the most mundane of settings. It’s easy for any of us to imagine loved ones in the store, picking up kids’ backpacks at that moment.
Since the shooting, many motorists driving through El Paso have taken the exit off the I-10 freeway that leads straight to the Walmart parking lot and made a spontaneous pilgrimage to visit the makeshift memorial outside the store. The memorial has now been replaced by a candela that glows at night. Many Latino parents plan road trips to the spot as a powerful teaching moment for their children.
Our geography and our particular West Texas history are also why many Latinx families in the United States feel a connection to the Paso del Norte region, especially those whose immigrant story began in what’s called “Ellis Island of the Southwest.” Someone’s abuelito, tio or tia, crossed through this region long ago, or maybe just yesterday.
Those are the strong stories that connect us across time and distance.
For me, and many, many others who live here and draw strength from El Paso, it is still the only place I truly feel at home. Somehow I find that I fit in here, just like Eduardo Castro and Adria Gonzalez and William Englisbee. A racist’s bullets won’t change that.
Angela Kocherga is an award-winning multimedia journalist who has dedicated her career to reporting about the Southwest border and Mexico. In 2019 she earned a Maria Moors Cabot Prize from Columbia University for courageous reporting in Latin America. She served as Mexico bureau chief and border correspondent for a group of U.S. television stations. Kocherga currently is news director for public radio station KTEP in El Paso, and multimedia editor for El Paso Matters. She lives on the southwest edge of Texas and calls the border home.