New Data Tracks Migrants Disappeared to El Salvador
Cristosal report shows young migrants tricked, deported, and erased by ICE to a torture prison.
THEY’RE GONE—VANISHED into the black hole of El Salvador’s Terrorism Confinement Center, a torture pit with a fancy name. Not a whisper’s come back. No family, no lawyers, nobody’s heard from these 278 men since the U.S. dumped them there. Mothers, wives, kids—they’re screaming into the void, and the silence screams back louder. Cristosal logged 94 cases by April 8 as party of a class action lawsuit—sadly, only 34% of the total, but still they can’t pierce the wall of silence. No calls, no letters, no proof of life. These guys might as well be buried.
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They’re young, mostly Venezuelans, 28 on average, ranging from 18 to 41, shipped off like livestock to a slaughterhouse. Only one’s Salvadoran—the rest fled Venezuela’s collapse, chasing a flicker of hope, only to get snuffed out. Seventy-eight percent had jobs—honest work—before the cuffs came. Eighty-seven percent have tattoos, enough for the system to slap “gangster” on them, even if it’s clearly a tattoo for their mother. Twelve percent have criminal records; the rest are clean, but 48% get the same flimsy rap: “Tren de Aragua,” a gang tag so broad it’s meaningless. Dig into it—nothing. Thirteen percent with priors, sure, but the other 87%? Spotless, until ICE says otherwise.
ICE, the iron fist of Big Government Overreach, nabbed 94% of them—no hesitation, no mercy. The rest fell to local cops or some federal posse, but it’s the same game: no warning, no grace. Texas topped the list, with California, New York, and Colorado in tow, though 23% of the families don’t even know where their boys got snatched—gone, like smoke. Forty-seven percent had asylum claims or papers pending, 9% through the CBP One app, 11% with TPS—a shield ripped away. Only 17% were “irregular,” the scapegoats MAGA loves to trot out. But 46% say they were conned, fed lies before the plane roared off. Just 30% had a legit deportation order. The rest? Kicked out anyway.
These aren’t shadows on a page. Seven percent carry disabilities—two with bum eyes, stuck with glasses they’ll never replace; three with wrecked bodies or minds, one seizing up, needing pills he won’t get. Twenty-two percent drag chronic illnesses—hearts ticking like bombs, lungs gasping. Young guys, torn from women who filled Cristosal’s forms, pleading for a sign. They’re not mob bosses; they’re workers, inked-up dreamers, half running from Venezuelan graves—47% had asylum or wanted it, and still they’re gone.
The U.S. didn’t bother with a heads-up. No “your son’s shipped out.” Salvadoran authorities? Mute as stone. These kids—28’s a kid when you’re fighting to breathe—are locked in a cellblock that sounds like a death sentence, and no one’s heard a sound since. Tricked, deported, erased. ICE loads the train, El Salvador bolts the door, and 278 lives blink out. Cristosal’s got 94 names, but the other 184? They’re out there, rotting, silenced in a system that doesn’t give a damn if they’re sick, scared, or innocent. This isn’t law. It’s a guillotine, and the blade’s already dropped.
Full Report Here (Spanish)
