Status Report: The Southwest Border Wall, Anno 2056

Fiction by John Wray

From the headline

“Shoot Migrants’ Legs, Build Alligator Moat: Behind Trump’s Ideas for Border”

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The Barrier doesn’t think in terms of years, not in any conventional sense; but sufficient weather systems have traveled its length, doing their utmost to compromise its integrity, that the Barrier is conscious—on a structural, elemental level—of having passed its prime.

Evidence abounds. The Barrier’s steel-and-zinc-alloy bollards, once so gracefully crenellated, so subtly iridescent in the blazing midday sun, are pockmarked and rust-streaked and crumpled. Its angled concrete fundament—made, due to budgetary and environmental concerns, from locally quarried traprock—is fractured and eroded, and its six-inch electrified spikes have lost both their grace and their alternating current, to say nothing of their effectiveness at puncturing human flesh. Migrants, military personnel, traders, smugglers, small children, and beasts transgress the Barrier with impunity. At certain key junctures—Nogales, Sonoyta, virtually the entire state of Texas—there is no longer any Barrier to speak of. One year ago, a bespectacled young man, apparently some kind of student, approached the Barrier without the least sign of fear or trepidation, just outside of El Paso, and etched the following verses into its rust-encrusted pediment with a Swiss Army knife:

MY NAME IS OZYMANDIAS, KING OF KINGS. LOOK ON MY WORKS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR!

That was a low point, no question about it. A fresh humiliation to add to all the others. But in spite of such cruelties—in spite of humanity’s glaringly obvious indifference to its plight—the Barrier refuses to give in to despair. When things are at their worst, when morale is at its lowest, it has only to consider the trench.

The Barrier refuses to give in to despair. When things are at their worst, when morale is at its lowest, it has only to consider the trench.

The trench, by any standard, is a thing of savage beauty. The years have wrought changes upon it as well, perhaps to a greater degree than on any of the Barrier’s other features; but these changes have themselves been things of wonder. Contrary to what the naysayers and the skeptics—not to mention the Army Corps of Engineers—argued when the trench was first proposed, it has not lost its water to evaporation, nor has its channel become clogged with falling rock or displaced earth. Not even the most passionate of the pro-Barrier advocates have thus far managed to explain this. In defiance of all reason, of all sense, the trench endures.

And that is by no means all. Of the 760 breeding pairs of American alligators imported at considerable public expense from Lake Okeechobee in 2020, 758 died of hunger within the first month; the remaining two pairs, however, have gone on to populate an astonishingly extensive expanse of the brackish, oily, oxygen-starved canal system with their scaly progeny. Though contact with the human population has admittedly dwindled over the years—dwindled, in fact, to the point that the Barrier sometimes questions its own raison d’être—the alligators have more than made up for the absence of people. The alligators have given the Barrier an altogether more beautiful, more reasonable, more justifiable purpose. In a word, they give the Barrier a reason to exist.

If only the same thing could be said about the snakes.

Further Reading

  • Walls: A History of Civilization in Blood and Brick

    By David Frye • Scribner • 2018

    We’ve been building walls forever—since Mesopotamia, since Rome, since the Great Wall of China. Wanting protection from outsiders has both defined civilization itself and revealed an ingrained sense of insecurity—one reason that Trump’s promise to build a huge new wall on the border has excited millions of Americans. David Frye tells the story of walls in our society and why they often fail.

  • How the Border Wall Is Boxing Trump In

    By Julie Hirschfeld Davis and Peter Baker • The New York Times • January 5, 2019

    So where did Trump’s fixation on the wall begin? More than anything, it was a way to keep him on script. But once people started cheering and chanting, it became too big—for him, for Congress, for everyone—to ignore, even if it distracted from other arguably more effective anti-immigration measures.

  • Trump Got His Wall, After All

    By Rachel Morris • Highline • November 24, 2019

    Still, behind the scenes, immigration hardliners kept working—even while movement on Trump’s wall stalled. Morris shows how lesser-known government operators have quietly changed U.S. immigration policy to keep people out far better than any wall could. Lawyers now call what these people have built the “invisible wall.”