Hunter and Prey in a Mauritanian Café

By 643577|January 17, 2019|Borders, Doctoral Research at SOAS, Migration|1 comments

Photo Credit: Hassan Ould Moctar.

This post is written by Hassan Ould Moctar, Doctoral Researcher and Graduate Teaching Assistant in the Department of Development Studies at SOAS.

One evening while sitting in a café in the northern Mauritanian port city of Nouadhibou, I was unexpectedly joined by a member of the Spanish Guardia Civil and a companion of his. I was on a research trip to Nouadhibou and had been introduced to the Guardia Civil officer earlier that week during the course of fieldwork investigations. His companion was a language teacher who worked in a private language school in the city. He also happened to be a migrant of West African origin. The officer was in need of language training, he explained, and the two had come to a private tuition arrangement. They had just finished a lesson and decided to drop by for a coffee.

It is quite common to see members of the Guardia Civil wandering the streets of Nouadhbiou. They were originally deployed in 2006 in response to the arrival of 32,000 migrants on the Spanish shores of the Canary Islands over the course of that year. Their presence has since been maintained through Operation Seahorse and the West Sahel Project, which are multilateral frameworks funded by the European Commission and coordinated by the Spanish Government. These operations entail increased levels of coordination between the Guardia Civil and gendarme forces of West African states such as Mauritania. They have largely succeeded in their stated goal of stemming the flow of undesirable people from this particular Mediterranean departure point. A police officer in charge of immigration services in Nouadhibou spoke with pride to me about how this route is now “closed”, with only “one or two” attempts per year. However, the legal and political questions regarding state sovereignty to which these extraterritorial military deployments give rise have yet to even be clearly articulated, let alone resolved.1

In the café, my companions sat down to join me. The conversation soon turned toward the situation of migrants in the city. When he first arrived, the language teacher worked in a fish processing factory. He said it’s been a lot better here since he found work at the language centre, but that things were still difficult. He had no contract and was worried about what would happen if at any point the school didn’t pay him. He couldn’t go to the police because he didn’t have a residence permit, and was therefore worried they would deport him. He said it’s impossible to get the residence permit: “You pay, and you’ll get a receipt, but you’ll never get the permit. Everyone knows this. Everyone knows you won’t get the permit, so why pay?” “You see,” the officer said to me, “that’s the reality.” In his ethnographic analysis of the European border regime in West Africa, Ruben Andersson discusses the ‘hunter and prey’ relationship between security forces and undocumented migrants in the region created by this regime.2 Yet, here both sat across from me, hunter and prey discussing the bind in which migrants in Nouadhibou find themselves.

These pre-assigned roles were, however, not far from the mind of the Guardia Civil officer. “So”, he said with a smile, “maybe he’s the enemy?” He let out a laugh, before continuing: “No, you know, a lot of people think we’re supposed to be enemies because I’m a policeman and he’s the illegal immigrant, but we can be friends and have a coffee. And I try to help him where I can.” Perhaps his language instructor had not yet become ‘prey’ since he was in stable employment in Nouadhibou, rather than on his way to Europe. Indeed, this seemed implicit in the officer’s words, which, while in jest, were also likely to be informed by his training. “I better not find you in a lorry or hiding in a boat one day!” he pretended to scold. He also concluded on a serious note, leaving no-one in any doubt of where his ultimate priority lay: “At the end of the day, I have a job to do. I’ve worked at Ceuta and Melilla. I’ve worked on the patrol boats. My job is my job.”

This vacillation between asserting an iron-clad duty and acknowledging the chasm between law and reality may be thought out with further reference to Andersson’s work. In his view, the vast technological and financial apparatus that is the European border regime in West Africa is ultimately characterised by absurdity, in the sense of that which is void of purpose. Not only does this regime produce the very illegal immigration it purports to prevent; the policy binaries it instills in its various protagonists also inevitably become unravelled in the messy process of lived subjectivity. I never did find out whether this process of unravelling yielded any transformative effects in this particular relationship. In any case, the ‘absurd’ structural facts – the substantive barriers to legal status faced by migrants in Mauritania, on the one hand, and the mandate of those tasked with patrolling illegal immigration on the other – seem unlikely to change in the near future.

In the café, our conversation eventually turned to their lessons, and the difficulties one often encounters in picking up a new language. On this terrain, at least, the ‘hunter and prey’ dynamic was temporarily altered. “You’ll get there eventually”, the West African migrant assured the Guardia Civil officer.

1. Casas-Cortes, M., Cobbarubius, S. and Pickles, J. (2016) ‘“Good neighbours make good fences”: Seahorse operations, border externalization and extra-territoriality’, European Urban and Regional Studies, 23(3), pp. 231–251

2. Andersson, R. (2014) Illegality, Inc. Berkley: University of California Press.

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  1. Well written and very interesting. A dichotomy that faces many the world over. The article states the situation which may never be resolved and the current arrangement may be the status quo that is in fact the where it ends up…in no-mans land. At least the migrant is not stuck in a detention camp, pacing the fence and seeing life pass by. However we all have one universal gem to hold on to….’hope’. I hope both these people achieve what they want in life. Until then, being friends is as valuable as life itself. There is a strong underlying bond of human love here….so there is hope.

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