There's a part of America that we seem to forget about - especially when things get hard...especially, too, in times of war. It's the part that starts with the Statue of Liberty, and continues, "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddle masses..." You know the rest. It's as much a part of the spirit of this country as the stars and stripes and the Declaration of Independence.

And just as central to our story as a nation is the immigrant story. Travelers who came here from distant lands, and started over. Built this country from the ground up. We think of these stories as the past, but that's not the case.

There's a new book, written by a son of immigrants, about the next chapter in this story. The author's name is Ruben Martinez, and his book is called Crossing Over: A Mexican Family on the Migrant Trail. Our reporter Benjamin Adair recently spoke with Ruben Martinez about his book, and about the epic road trip that brings people from deep inside Mexico, Central and South America. This interview begins, interestingly enough, with its own road trip...to the place where Martinez first had the idea for his book.

Interview: Crossing Over With Ruben Martinez

by Benjamin Adair, 10/5/2001

Ruben Martinez and I are standing at a crime scene. It's where his new book, Crossing Over, got started. It's where a pickup truck - loaded down with 27 people and being chased by law enforcement - took a turn too fast, spun out, and ended upside-down in a ditch. The camper shell collapsed in on itself. Seven people were crushed and killed at the scene...among those seven crosses, three brothers: Jaime, Benjamin, and Salvador Chavez...mourned by mother, sisters, community in Cheran, Michoacan.

Ruben: "Last time I was here, it was eerie. Up on that hill over there, there were guys working, migrant workers. The wind was blowing really hard and I heard these voices, but I couldn't tell where they were coming from. It was like the dead were speaking to me."

And as I walk and talk with him, his next generation of immigrant tales start looking a little like the 21st century's "On the Road." Only, no Jack, no Neal...instead, there's Wense and Rosa, the Chavez clan...Wense and Rosa wring their hands about upcoming trips north, how will Wense get the money to pay the coyote, the guide? Rosa mourns her dead brothers, but she knows she, too, must eventually go. The dangerous road to opportunity leads only north.

The Memorial

Martinez tells me that he, himself, got drawn in - as he crossed over and back and over again to reported this family's story.

Ruben: "Because somehow it's just in my blood...Even if one's on the road because he has to be and the other just likes the idea of it. But the idea is still very powerful for both."

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We walk this accident scene, Martinez gets a little philosophical. We talk about how Americans value their openness, their freedoms, but there's also this tension - an arrogance that says "These things are ours and you don't belong." Martinez says, that arrogance itself becomes a kind of internal border. It keeps us from seeing this new Great American Story that's going on all around us. In fields and restaurants, big cities and small towns, interstate fast food islands and back in the beds of pickup trucks - barreling across the California desert at dangerous speeds. It keeps us from seeing that America is still doing what America does best - accepting and beginning anew.

Ruben: "...and yet, for most of America, they're invisible. Pin points of Brown in a field of white."