🪶 Where the Swamp Eats the Truth: Notes from Alligator Alcatraz
When the fog clears, it's always worse than we imagined.
A detainment camp in the Everglades. No A/C. No oversight. Just 5,000 bodies baking while the nation looks away.
There are moments when history stops pretending. When it rips the mask off and dares you to look away:
This is one of those moments.
They’re calling it Alligator Alcatraz—a new detainment camp nestled deep in the heart of the Florida Everglades. Starting the first week of July, up to 5,000 people are scheduled to be held in military-grade tents. No air conditioning. No real shelter. Just the smothering breath of summer, the sting of mosquitoes, the choking humidity of the swamp.
And silence.
A Remote Airstrip. A Living Graveyard.
The camp is being constructed on a forgotten airstrip, flanked by alligators, invasive pythons, and weaponized indifference. State officials have called it an “efficient solution.”
They say it’s fine because, “We are swamp creatures.”
They joke that nature will “do us some favors.”
But there is no favor here.
This is not policy. This is premeditated abandonment.
This is a place where human bodies are left to rot slowly under the sun until the paperwork catches up—or doesn’t.
It is not a camp.
It is a sentence.
The Slippery Slope Has a Flight Path
If this government can cheer for death by exposure, it’s not a far leap to death by air.
I want you to remember Argentina.
During the Dirty War (1976–1983), thousands of students, journalists, and dissidents were sedated, loaded into aircraft, and thrown—alive—into the ocean. No trial. No paperwork. No graves. They called it el vuelo de la muerte—the Death Flight.
It took one whistleblower in 1995 to blow open the horror.
One pilot who said: “Yes. I threw them.”
And the world finally listened.
Now look up.
We already know the U.S. runs unmonitored deportation flights—many of them using planes with mid-air door mechanisms, built for skydivers and paratroopers. There are reports of unregistered flights, no arrival records, missing detainees, and no accountability.
These are not coincidences.
They are breadcrumbs.
And if we don’t follow them now, we’ll be standing on the edge of the abyss pretending it’s just another policy rollout.
If You Wait for a Body, You Won’t Find One
The cruelty is the point.
But the disappearance? That’s the design.
Once a government realizes it can make people vanish—by swamp, by heat, by flight—they will not stop.
They will only get better at it.
The truth is: they don’t need to shoot anyone.
They just need to make you sweat to death in a cage—
Or fall out of the sky without a name.
So what now?
You tell someone.
You tell everyone.
You post, you write, you scream.
You drag the bones to the surface before they dissolve in the water.
This isn’t a conspiracy theory. It’s a chain of facts, rotting in plain sight.
“Nature will do us some favors,” they said.
That wasn’t a threat.
That was a confession.
Because someone has to say it,
Rebecca M. Bell
@rmbellwrites
P.S.
The sky remembers
what the water forgets;
one day,
it will spit the bones back out—
And we will know
exactly what we allowed.
This Nation sings: “No kings, no kings, no kings.”
Yes, we need to remember Argentina: how many lives lost in the deep. The terror they must have faced. The loved ones never knowing what happened to them.
It is this--TERROR--that Trump and his goons use to control. The church did the same for hundreds of years, and Trump has learned how to control masses from the church model: tell them who to fear; tell them who will save them; get money from them.
I wait for the first report of a staff member being eaten by a gator: there are just too many stupid people working for Mr. Stupid himself.
When this is over, we will send his whole Party and his family to die there. And then we can rebuild America the right way.