For Some Female “Trimmigrants,” Working in Marijuana Fields Comes With Abuse

Richard Mansfield trims cannabis on his daughter's farm in Redcrest. Workers rotate the buds with the tips of their fingers as they clip off the stems and curly bits of leaf.EXPAND
Richard Mansfield trims cannabis on his daughter's farm in Redcrest. Workers rotate the buds with the tips of their fingers as they clip off the stems and curly bits of leaf.
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The trees towered above them, limbs etched in black against the night sky. He steered his pickup down a narrow path of mud and rocks and parked in front of a trailer. He tried to kiss her. She froze.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I have to get up early,” she said.

He began groping her body.

“Don’t you have a wife?” she asked.

The woods seemed to crawl with creatures; the ground was slick with rain. As wilderness pulsed around them, she ran through the possibilities.

If she fled, would she find her way out? If she fought back, would he hurt her?

Would anyone hear her if she screamed?

Nearly everyone in the tiny town of Petrolia knows one another. Most are involved in marijuana growing to some degree. It’s where Terri, a 22-year-old environmentalist and musician, arrived in the middle of the 2014 harvest season looking for trimming work.EXPAND
Nearly everyone in the tiny town of Petrolia knows one another. Most are involved in marijuana growing to some degree. It’s where Terri, a 22-year-old environmentalist and musician, arrived in the middle of the 2014 harvest season looking for trimming work.
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In the Emerald Triangle, trees are ever-present. They peek over small towns and dip into valleys, sheathing the three remote Northern California counties that make up the Triangle — Humboldt, Trinity, and Mendocino — in silence. Here, farmers tend to the nation’s largest, albeit largely underground, marijuana-growing industry. Last year, legal California sales alone were valued at $2.7 billion, according to the ArcView Group, a marijuana market research firm. Sales are projected to balloon to $6.4 billion by 2020 if marijuana is legalized for recreational use. Legal or not, it’s big business, drawing busloads of job seekers.

During the June-to-November harvest, thousands of workers called “trimmigrants” pour into the Triangle for coveted jobs trimming marijuana buds. They include college students and artists, hippies and worldly wanderers from around the United States and the world.

At the top levels, growing is a male-dominated field, and growers often prefer to hire female trimmers because they’re supposedly more dextrous and thus more efficient. But over the past five years, young women have begun emerging from the woods with tales of being forced to give their bosses blow jobs to get paid, or being asked to trim topless for wage increases. The hidden nature of the industry has led to an epidemic of sexual abuse that’s rarely reported or investigated.

During months reporting in the region, Reveal From the Center for Investigative Reporting unearthed dozens of accounts of sexual exploitation and trafficking on marijuana farms. Victims advocates say the problem is far larger and, with every harvest, continues to grow. Yet law enforcement is not really addressing the problem. Instead officers mostly focus on what they view as the root cause: the drug trade.

“Women believe they are getting hired for trimming work, and then they’re drugged and raped,” said Maryann Hayes Mariani, a coordinator for the North Coast Rape Crisis Team. “Everybody looks at (the region) like it’s the Land of Oz. I’m just so tired of pretending like it’s not happening here.”

The number of trimmigrants who go missing alone is overwhelming. In 2015, Humboldt County reported 352 missing people, more per capita than any other county in the state. Looking deeper into some of the missing reports reveals a more complex story.

When an artist from San Francisco disappeared in the Humboldt County town of Garberville last harvest season, her mother and her roommate filed a missing persons report. Months later, she resurfaced to tell her family she had been held against her will on a marijuana farm, drugged and sexually abused. She never formally reported her abuse.

But at the time of her disappearance, the Humboldt County Sheriff’s Office had labeled her a “voluntary missing adult.” They flagged the case as a low priority.

“Many people come to Humboldt each year to work on the marijuana farms,” the deputy who took the report told her roommate in an email. “So far she is falling into the same category as many others have.”

Of course, many marijuana farms are responsible operations. Most workers describe good experiences, including excellent pay, food and shelter. Many also welcome the unusual working conditions of an industry long at odds with mainstream culture and the law. Drug use on the job, for instance, is common.

In November, California voters will decide whether to fully legalize recreational marijuana. But such use remains illegal under federal and most state laws, and the culture of silence is so embedded in the state’s industry — the nation’s top black-market supplier — it seems unlikely that legalization alone will dramatically alter the landscape for women toiling deep in the Emerald Triangle.

“There’s a lot of wilderness here. There’s a lot of nooks and crannies you can hide in,” said Amy Benitez, a victims advocate in Humboldt County. “You add this criminal element to it, where there’s money, and there’s just more ways that you can abuse power and control.”

Carsten, left, and girlfriend Maya, right, both of Germany, and Beaver, back, of London head out after a free lunch at the Mateel Community Center in Redway. They were looking for trimming jobs to fund their travels but hadn't gotten any work yet.EXPAND
Carsten, left, and girlfriend Maya, right, both of Germany, and Beaver, back, of London head out after a free lunch at the Mateel Community Center in Redway. They were looking for trimming jobs to fund their travels but hadn't gotten any work yet.
Sarah Rice for Reveal

Saturday, Oct. 18, 2014

That power imbalance is what ensnared Terri, a 22-year-old environmentalist and musician who arrived in one of the mountain towns in the middle of the 2014 harvest season looking for trimming work. In Petrolia, Terri (not her real name) found a world apart from her hometown in the Los Angeles Basin.

Petrolia sits beneath the King Range mountains at the edge of Humboldt County, hidden behind a curtain of redwoods and Douglas fir trees. With a population of about 400, it has one general store, one bar, no cellphone service and no police. It’s about two hours down crumbling cliffside roads to the nearest highway. Most locals live in the surrounding mountains, overlooking the forested valley and black sand beaches of the last undeveloped stretch of California, known as the Lost Coast.

Nearly everyone in Petrolia knows one another. Most are involved in marijuana growing to some degree. But like other small towns dotting the Emerald Triangle, in the past decade, greenhouses have sprung up, enabling industrial-scale marijuana growing. Larger farms have drawn more workers from outside the area.

At first, Terri did not have a job. An acquaintance introduced her to Cedar McCulloch-Clow and Emily Herman, a married couple with two children, a horde of chickens and goats and a bicycle-strewn junkyard. Terri set up a tent in the couple’s yard, plunked down her violin and camping gear and began looking for work.

She also set about working her way into the community. She went to the weekly farmers market at the community center and ran and biked in the annual Rye and Tide, a 7½-mile race that begins with a swig of whiskey outside the town bar.

Marijuana trimmer Terri met local grower Kailan Meserve one night at the Yellow Rose bar in Petrolia in 2014.EXPAND
Marijuana trimmer Terri met local grower Kailan Meserve one night at the Yellow Rose bar in Petrolia in 2014.
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Terri found a couple of trimming jobs, including for Sam Epperson and his partner, Rachel Adair. Their operation was far smaller than the region’s newer marijuana fields — known as grows — and had a vegetable garden and turkey coop.

Terri and three other trimmers sat in a row of swivel office chairs in a wood-paneled trimming shack. They wore aprons to keep from tracking loose leaves into the house and carefully tallied the weight of their work — they would be paid $200 a pound — with pencil and paper.

Epperson, quiet and bespectacled with a mop of graying curls, prepared fresh food and drinks for the workers. Every day, he offered them an organic chocolate bar.

One night, on the concrete patio of the town bar, the Yellow Rose, Terri met a grower named Kailan Meserve. He was twice her age, tan and muscular, with a swagger and salt-and-pepper hair. Meserve mentioned he needed trimmers and bought her a beer. A friend of Terri’s, Katie Finnegan, went inside to buy another drink. When Finnegan returned, Terri had disappeared.

Inside, the bar is a bright, airy space with pristine off-white walls and a polished beige floor — a contrast with its often grungy clientele. One side of the bar is lined with light metal cafe tables, the other with pool tables and arcade games. The darkest part of the bar is to the left of the dartboard, a long dim hallway to the single-stall women’s restroom.

About 45 minutes after Finnegan lost track of Terri, court records show she found Terri unconscious in that bathroom, her pants around her ankles. Terri appeared to have fallen and hit the sink on her way down.

Terri remembered almost nothing about the night. She was concerned something had happened with Meserve. But back on the grow, Epperson and Adair put her at ease: Meserve was a captain of the volunteer fire department, the son of a prominent local environmental activist and politician. Meserve, they said, was married with toddler twins.

“He’s a good guy,” Epperson recalled telling her.

The couple still had work for Terri, but on their small-scale grow, the harvest wouldn’t last long. They encouraged her to take up Meserve on his offer of a trimming job.

That was advice Epperson now says he deeply regrets.

Emily Rothman of Florida throws her pack into a truck that will take her to a friend’s pot farm in Garberville. She said all the women she knows have been warned of things to watch out for when coming to the area for work.EXPAND
Emily Rothman of Florida throws her pack into a truck that will take her to a friend’s pot farm in Garberville. She said all the women she knows have been warned of things to watch out for when coming to the area for work.
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Many trimmigrants begin their journey about two hours southeast of Petrolia, in a small strip of a town at the hub of California’s outdoor growing economy. Garberville is surrounded on all sides by mountains of towering redwoods and lined with the kinds of businesses sustained by disposable income, including a spa and a motorcycle dealership. Next door, in Redway, there’s even a pet salon.

When trimmigrants arrive come harvest season, they crowd the sidewalks, jockeying for jobs with homemade signs. Others camp along the river or in the woods until they find work or try to meet potential employers by frequenting local bars or volunteering at one of the area’s many marijuana-funded nonprofits.

With marijuana fetching black-market prices, they expect wages far higher than typical migrant farmworkers — as much as $300 a day, depending on how fast they work. A successful season can fund months of travel, and the experience itself can be an adventure.

“A lot of cocaine, a lot of ecstasy, a lot of meth, a lot of heroin,” said Rachel Adair. “It's like a big party.”

But many locals despise their presence. Members of a Garberville group called Locals on Patrol take photographs, check identification and tell people to move on. Anti-trimmigrant bumper stickers have proliferated. “No Work Here, Keep Moving,” they read.

Trimmigrants also serve at the mercy of their bosses, who are themselves vulnerable to the risks of operating in the black market — ranging from robberies to law enforcement stings. As a result, some growers prefer to keep trimmers in the dark about where they are working. Workers and advocates say growers sometimes blindfold trimmers before driving to plots deep in the mountains, locations so remote that they often lack cell service and public transportation.

When conflicts arise, trimmigrants may find themselves fired without pay. Even those who complete the job might never get paid.

At 38 years old, Amy Jarose is among the most experienced trimmigrants. One time, she was working on a farm in the mountains when, she said, the grower began to pressure her for blow jobs and sex. She immediately left on foot, without pay.

“You hitchhike,” Jarose said. “You pack up your bags and hit the road and hope to God a really good person will pick you up.”

The sexism of the industry can be blatant. Male trimmers told Reveal they repeatedly were passed up or let go to make room for female workers, and some women exploit the demand. In the "work wanted" section of Craigslist during the last harvest season, aspiring trimmers posted photos of themselves in bikinis or low-cut tops, accompanied by winking emoticons. One advertisement, offering “Oriental female trimmers,” included the phone number of a sensual massage parlor in Los Angeles. On a community bulletin board in downtown Garberville, a pink lace garter belt adorned one ad, while another read, “We love to cook … and much more.”

Deanna Hirschi once worked as a trimmer but said she soon realized she could earn more by offering sex for pay. She met growers at motels in Garberville or sometimes hours into the mountains. 

Paige Radcliff and Emma Less work together on trimming jobs. They don’t recommend working alone. “None of this is monitored,” Less says. “No one knows you’re here, not here. It’s easy for people to go missing.”EXPAND
Paige Radcliff and Emma Less work together on trimming jobs. They don’t recommend working alone. “None of this is monitored,” Less says. “No one knows you’re here, not here. It’s easy for people to go missing.”
Shoshana Walter/Reveal

“The guys on the hills pay $500 an hour,” she said, three or four times the amount she might get in a city. “They're stuck up on a hill and they come down from the hill for one day, and they’ve got hundreds of thousands of dollars in their pocket.”

The demand for female companionship has contributed to sex trafficking in these rural areas from all over the country and the world, including from Mexico and Eastern Europe, according to social service providers and victims.

One local trafficking survivor, who goes by the name Elle Snow, started a nonprofit organization called Game Over to spread awareness in Humboldt County. To measure the demand, she posted fake escort advertisements on the classified-ad website Backpage.

Within two months, Snow said, she had accumulated calls and text messages from 437 phone numbers. Many came from southern Humboldt — where Garberville and Petrolia are located — an indication to Snow that many of the potential clients were involved in the marijuana industry.

“Traffickers call Humboldt County not just green for the weed but green for the bitches,” she said, referring to the money traffickers can make selling women and sex.

Women pair up, even form trimming collectives, counting on safety in numbers.

Paige Radcliff and Emma Less came last season for trimming work, hoping to make enough to fund their own future harvest. During nearly 14-hour days, the two listened to Israeli folk music and bent over plastic tubs in their laps, rotating the buds with the tips of their fingers as they clipped off the stems and curly bits of leaf. “Give it a little haircut,” Radcliff said again and again, until they had piled up 6 pounds of smooth round nuggets and their fingers were coated in potent, sticky brown resin.

“If a girl comes here on her own, I wouldn’t recommend it,” Less said. Prior to finding this job, they encountered growers who hit on them — and they simply walked away.

Radcliff agreed. “Unless you can super defend yourself, or you just give off a super-intimidating vibe where dudes are scared of you.

“Like a truck driver.”

“Think about it,” Less said, over the steady snip of her scissors. “None of this is monitored. No one knows you’re here, not here. It’s easy for people to go missing. It’s easy for people to take advantage.”

Some growers prefer to keep trimmers in the dark about where they are working, blindfolding workers before driving to remote plots deep in the mountains.EXPAND
Some growers prefer to keep trimmers in the dark about where they are working, blindfolding workers before driving to remote plots deep in the mountains.
Sarah Rice for Reveal

Sunday, Nov. 9, 2014

Terri saw Kailan Meserve again at a pingpong tournament. It was a fundraiser for the fire department, and staff said Meserve was one of the few entrusted with a key to the community center. He and Sam Epperson had set up the tables.

Meserve offered to buy Terri drinks several times, according to investigators — and each time, she declined. Around 10 p.m., he asked if she had to time to talk, she recalled, “to clear things up.” He offered to give her a ride home. It was rainy, and in Petrolia, without sidewalks and streetlights, a walk home could be treacherous. She agreed. She figured she might also ask him about a job.

Terri was staying about 2 miles from the community center. But Meserve went the opposite direction, turning right toward a dark mass of trees.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I just want to show you where my property is,” she remembers him saying.

Terri started to get a “weird feeling,” according to court records. She told him she had to get up early. He ignored her and continued down the road, turning right again at a metal gate and entering a narrow dirt path into a thicket of towering eucalyptus. Finally, they came to a trailer and stopped. He tried to kiss her. She froze.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Don’t you have a wife?”

Her mind spun through the possibilities. Could she find her way back if she ran? Would he chase her? Hurt her? Would anyone hear her if she screamed?

It was happening so fast and she could hardly see. Everything outside the beam of the headlights was flooded in black.

Terri declined to be interviewed for this story, but she encouraged friends and community members to open up and gave permission for her therapist, Jenoa Briar-Bonpane, to speak as well.

Meserve asked her to go inside. Terri climbed out of the truck and walked into the trailer. She remembers a small kitchen and a bedroom with a bare mattress. Over the next few hours, according to records, Meserve repeatedly penetrated her and forced her to perform oral sex until she gagged.

He held down her arms and at one point throttled her neck. When she began gasping for air, he told her she was “weak and couldn’t take it.” She didn’t scream. The more violent he was, she’d later tell the investigators, the more excited he seemed to become.

“I’m going to make you my bitch,” she recalls him saying, according to court records. He threatened to kill her, freeze her body and throw her to the animals if he ever found out she had slept with anyone else. 

A week after Terri’s rape, community members gathered around this table in Cedar McCulloch-Clow’s home, trying to decide what should be done about her assault.EXPAND
A week after Terri’s rape, community members gathered around this table in Cedar McCulloch-Clow’s home, trying to decide what should be done about her assault.
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Monday, Nov. 10, 2014

Terri showed up for work in a daze the morning after she was assaulted in the forest. Bruises covered her chest and the back of her head. As she picked up her clippers, her boss, Rachel Adair, remembers, she began to cry. She told Adair that “something inappropriate” had happened with Kailan Meserve and that she was scared.

Adair, an emergency room nurse and midwife, sent Terri to Briar-Bonpane, a therapist and friend. Terri told the therapist the rest of the story.

“This is a predator,” Briar-Bonpane recalls thinking. She had treated child sex abuse and rape victims for years, but she was especially struck by how calculating Meserve sounded. “He must be stopped.”

A week later, some of Terri’s former employers called for a meeting, inviting town elders, the local doctor and friends. On a crisp November morning, about a dozen people joined Terri in the home near where she had pitched her tent. They gathered in a somber circle around a heavy oak dining table.

Cedar McCulloch-Clow, 38, with perpetual dirt under his fingernails and a baseball cap on his head, recalls feeling conflicted about the meeting. He had become friends with Terri during her many nights camping on their property. But he also had known Meserve since he was 15.

As a big employer in town, and a local, Meserve enjoyed a trust not afforded to outsiders, including a freedom from consequences, according to friends. He’d always had a brash demeanor and a reputation for hitting on women — even after he married in 2001. Over time, those who knew him said he seemed to sink deeper into drugs and alcohol. He was convicted three times for driving under the influence, according to court records, and got into a car crash that seriously injured him and his wife.

Cedar McCulloch-Clow, a goat farmer and volunteer firefighter, owns the property where Terri pitched her tent while doing trim work in Petrolia.EXPAND
Cedar McCulloch-Clow, a goat farmer and volunteer firefighter, owns the property where Terri pitched her tent while doing trim work in Petrolia.
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The room was tense and quiet, except for the sounds of children playing down the hall. Adair remembers wanting to ensure, first and foremost, that Terri was safe. One man, Dr. Dick Scheinman, was adamant that they call the police. Most others wanted to find an alternate solution.

Greg Smith, whose family has long grown marijuana, was among the town elders there. “There’s a lot of people who grow pot, and they have a resistance to calling the law,” he said later. “It’s kind of the Wild West in some ways.”

The ideas came in quick succession and were rejected just as quickly. Bring Meserve before a community tribunal. Send a large contingent of men to his doorstep. Gather Petrolia’s population of elderly women and have them chase after him with their shoes.

Smith decided to pay Meserve a visit at home. He urged him to admit he had a problem, show remorse and enroll in therapy and drug and alcohol treatment. Meserve refused, he said, describing the night in the trailer as consensual, a rape role-play. Next, Smith approached Fire Chief Travis Howe about kicking Meserve out of the volunteer fire department.

That’s when the group learned this wasn’t the first time Meserve had been accused of rape. A year earlier, a young woman was visiting a friend of Meserve’s. After a night of partying at the Yellow Rose bar, the 31-year-old woman said, Meserve came into her room while she was sleeping and forced himself on her. When he couldn’t maintain an erection, he left, but soon came back and tried again.

The woman never filed a police report, and only a few people in town knew. Howe was one of them.

Howe said he had confronted Meserve, who told him it was consensual. “He messed up terribly, cheating on his wife,” Howe said. “He needed to get spanked.” When Meserve promised to do better, Howe kept him on as a fire captain.

Now the group realized Terri’s experience was not an isolated incident. It was a pattern of behavior.

One week had passed since Terri’s assault. She had expressed little interest in contacting law enforcement. But the group thought something had to be done for the safety of other women.

They asked her to take a step many rape victims dread: Would she call the police?

“They’ll give you weed, alcohol and food, and all you have to do is trim,” Leah Gee says of the sales pitch to underage girls looking for work on pot farms. But Gee, the director of a group home in Eureka, says the girls sometimes find they’re expected to do more than trim.EXPAND
“They’ll give you weed, alcohol and food, and all you have to do is trim,” Leah Gee says of the sales pitch to underage girls looking for work on pot farms. But Gee, the director of a group home in Eureka, says the girls sometimes find they’re expected to do more than trim.
Andrew Burton for Reveal

For victims of sexual assault, the answer often lies beneath layers of fear and shame. Rape usually goes unreported, but trimmigrants face particular pressure to avoid law enforcement. Calling police may rule out future jobs in the industry, especially if that contact alerts police to an illegal grow.

“Hell no, you don’t call the cops on anybody for anything if you want to work in Humboldt,” said Karen Bejcek, a trimmigrant who usually lives in a teepee in Siskiyou County when she’s not trimming.

Other conditions in pot country prevent victims from seeking any kind of help. Trimmigrants often lack the local connections or even enough knowledge of the region to successfully navigate their way out of the wild, wooded terrain. And because the industry attracts a young and transient workforce, victims ­— who may come with their own troubled histories — do not always recognize they are being abused.

One teen from Humboldt County said she started working for a local grower when she was 12. He gave her methamphetamine to speed up her trimming work, she said, and passed her around to pay off his debts.

“If you’re tweaking, you’re good,” she said, touting her trimming prowess. “I did, like, a couple pounds in like one night.”

The girl eventually ran away, reaching a youth homeless shelter in the county seat of Eureka, only to discover that pimps were using it as a hunting ground. At 14, she said, she became their recruiter.

She wasn’t the only one. At least two other shelter residents said men used them to recruit other teens, according to a report later submitted to the state Department of Social Services. The shelter’s executive director, Patt Sweeney, said he was aware teens in the program had been trafficked for sex.

“We’ve made reports to law enforcement,” he said. “It’s just very hard to prosecute.”

In exchange for alcohol and marijuana, the girl brought other teens to parties at local motels, where they were given drugs and alcohol and had sex, sometimes by force. She said the parties drew growers and gang members involved in marijuana distribution. Because she brought girls, she said she was never assaulted — and the music and dancing could be fun. But she doesn’t remember much.

“I was always drunk,” she said with a shrug. “And then we’d just go buy more drugs.”

Many of the girls she met at the shelter and at parties also traveled south to trim on marijuana farms. Once there, she said, some found they were expected to do more than trim.

The sales pitch to young girls is common in pot country, according to Leah Gee, the director of a group home in Eureka that housed the girl. “They’ll give you weed, alcohol and food, and all you have to do is trim.”

In 2013, federal prosecutors said two growers picked up a 15-year-old runaway in Hollywood and took her to their farm in Lake County, near Humboldt. They directed her to trim marijuana and have sex with them, sometimes while chained to a metal rack.

In interviews with police after a raid of the farm, the girl described the sex with one of the men as consensual. Sex with the other grower was “not as consensual.”

But she was not free to leave: To keep her from fleeing, the men put her inside an oversize metal toolbox with breathing holes for several days, according to court records, using a garden hose to clean out her waste. The men also shocked the girl with a cattle prod and told her she would be shot by neighbors if she attempted to leave, an employee later told police.

Local prosecutors charged the men with human trafficking, the first case of its kind in the county. But when federal authorities took over the case, the trafficking charge was dropped. The men are expected to plead guilty later this year on charges of illegal marijuana cultivation and employing a minor in a drug operation.

Khaled Mourra, left, of Mexico and Mayssan Charafeddine of Montreal try to hitch a ride in Garberville. During harvest season, “trimmigrants” crowd the town’s sidewalks jockeying for jobs with homemade signs or try to meet potential employers by frequenting local bars.EXPAND
Khaled Mourra, left, of Mexico and Mayssan Charafeddine of Montreal try to hitch a ride in Garberville. During harvest season, “trimmigrants” crowd the town’s sidewalks jockeying for jobs with homemade signs or try to meet potential employers by frequenting local bars.
Sarah Rice for Reveal

Sunday, Nov. 23, 2014

A deputy sheriff from Humboldt County, Michael Hass, had Terri recount the entire story of her assault over the phone before telling her she had to come in person to make a report — a nearly two-hour drive. The community group that had encouraged her to report made the arrangements. Jenoa Briar-Bonpane went along.

When they arrived at the county sheriff’s office in Eureka, they walked through the metal detector, down a beige cinder-block hallway to a dimly lit window in the waiting room, Briar-Bonpane recalls. They told the receptionist they were there to see Hass.

After several minutes passed, Hass swung open the door, barely making eye contact with Terri. He told her to follow him but barred Briar-Bonpane from joining her. She told him it was common practice for an advocate to accompany a sexual assault victim to make a report. According to Briar-Bonpane, Hass refused.

Asked about the account, Hass said he did not know that Briar-Bonpane was an advocate and he objected to the many complaints the sheriff’s office later received about his work.

“There were the same complaints that we weren’t taking it seriously and the investigation wasn't up to the people of Petrolia's standards,” he said. “From my standpoint, it got handled very seriously.”

Terri agreed to make the report anyway. Hass took her into an empty room and pushed a typed statement based on her telephone account in front of her, Briar-Bonpane said. Terri signed it, and five minutes later, they returned to the waiting room.

“Can you tell us when you’re going to pick him up?” Briar-Bonpane remembers asking, referring to Kailan Meserve.

To file her report, Terri was told she had to come to Eureka in person. It turned out the same trip was not required of Meserve, Briar-Bonpane said. To her surprise, Hass told her deputies already had interviewed Meserve in Petrolia. Meserve had told them the same story he had told others: The night in the trailer was consensual.

Reveal could not find any record that the deputies ever searched the trailer, and Meserve’s sister, Amy, confirmed that they never did.

“No one in town seems concerned about him,” Hass said, according to Briar-Bonpane. “We’re not going to arrest him. There’s no evidence.”

The news left the group back in Petrolia shocked — and Terri terrified. Feeling unsafe, she moved from home to home and finally to a motel outside of town, while the group began to deluge the sheriff’s office with emails and phone calls. Terri’s friend Katie Finnegan took a day off work to file a complaint with the office about its handling of the case. Residents sent letters to the district attorney, complaining about Hass and urging that Meserve be prosecuted.

“Please do not let this go without a thorough investigation and arrest,” Dr. Scheinman wrote to then-District Attorney Paul Gallegos in December 2014. 

Trimmed marijuana buds dry at a farm. Trimmers serve at the mercy of their bosses, who are themselves vulnerable to the risks of operating in the black market. When conflicts arise, trimmigrants may find themselves fired without pay.EXPAND
Trimmed marijuana buds dry at a farm. Trimmers serve at the mercy of their bosses, who are themselves vulnerable to the risks of operating in the black market. When conflicts arise, trimmigrants may find themselves fired without pay.
Sarah Rice for Reveal

A month passed, and he emailed again: “i am not a legal beagle and am not trying to tell you how to do your job, but i feel it is most important for you to try your hardest to find out what happened.”

Meanwhile, Meserve remained in Petrolia. “I am very concerned about the safety of women in the Mattole Valley while he is present there,” Briar-Bonpane wrote to newly elected District Attorney Maggie Fleming in March 2015. “Young boys/men in the valley are watching and learning about whether or not you can sexually assault women without consequences.”

Word of Terri’s allegations reached the woman who had said Meserve raped her the year before. She felt nauseous, then angry. She blamed herself for not reporting it, “because maybe she could have prevented it from happening to the other girl,” an investigator later wrote. About a month after Terri visited Hass, the second victim decided to report her rape. Records show Hass told her to call the district attorney’s office.

The case landed on the desk of Kyla Baxley, the district attorney’s investigator responsible for child abuse and sexual assault cases. She has a reputation for being thorough, going beyond the case information filed by local law enforcement. In 2014, Baxley gathered evidence that allowed the district attorney’s office to prosecute its first human trafficking case.

Time and again, Baxley had seen victims in Humboldt County “not met with the respect they deserve,” she told Reveal. In the Petrolia case, she said, both victims felt blown off by the sheriff’s office.

“It was already a big step for her to take, for her to report it,” she said of Terri. “I was really frustrated, honestly. I felt awful for the poor thing.”

Baxley immediately launched her investigation, making plans to meet Terri in person. She brought in community advocates to support Terri as she shared her story yet again.

“I tried to show her there were a lot of people who supported her and wanted to hear her truth,” Baxley said.

On April 14, 2015, prosecutors filed charges against Meserve for raping both women. Two weeks later, he surrendered.

As the marijuana industry has grown and the trimmigrant population with it, service providers have encountered increasing numbers of human trafficking victims. Humboldt Domestic Violence Services answered more than 2,000 crisis calls last year, an increase of about 80 percent in four years. Executive director Brenda Bishop attributed the increase to a surge in sexual abuse and trafficking on marijuana grows.

But local law enforcement has put few resources into investigating sexual abuse of workers. Drugs are the highest priority — and a major source of revenue. During raids, officers confiscate not just harvests but also money, guns and even farming equipment. In 2015, Humboldt County law enforcement agencies made 100 seizures of property and funds, including from farmers who had legal permission to grow. The value of the assets totaled more than $2 million — more per capita than was pulled from the state’s 15 largest counties combined, state data shows. While most counties in the Emerald Triangle have drug task forces with dedicated officers and funding, none of the agencies surveyed by Reveal have investigators assigned to human trafficking.

The result is tantamount to tunnel vision, said Baxley, the district attorney’s office investigator. “They’re going in to eradicate marijuana, and they would probably tell you nothing else is happening but the drugs.”

That perspective seems to pervade law enforcement agencies across the Emerald Triangle.

Carmen, an alleged victim of human trafficking, was taken into custody at this remote house and marijuana farm in Willits. The grower, Baldemar Alvarez, says he never abused her and planned to marry her, underscoring the challenges for law enforcement.EXPAND
Carmen, an alleged victim of human trafficking, was taken into custody at this remote house and marijuana farm in Willits. The grower, Baldemar Alvarez, says he never abused her and planned to marry her, underscoring the challenges for law enforcement.
Andrew Burton for Reveal

In 2014, the year Terri arrived in Petrolia, a young Mexican woman arrived in nearby Mendocino County, ready to start the restaurant job she was promised. Instead, a grower — Baldemar Alvarez — put her to work on several marijuana farms, she said, and forced her to cook, clean his house and have sex with him.

The woman said Alvarez, twice her age, called her a prostitute and said she belonged to him until she reimbursed him for hiring a coyote to bring her into the country illegally. He stoked her fear, telling her she’d get lost in the woods and a bear would feast on her body if she fled.

“All the time, I had fear,” said Carmen (not her real name). “Fear, thinking, ‘If the police catch me, they’re going to arrest me. They’re not going to let me explain, they’re not going to believe me.’”

Eventually, Carmen persuaded Alvarez to take her to the doctor for stomach pains, she said. Once there, a nurse-midwife told her she was pregnant, and Carmen shared her story of abuse. When she returned to Alvarez, she left her address with the nurse.

Mendocino County sheriff’s deputies picked up Carmen and the grower a few days later. Carmen was relieved. But at the station, things changed. A detective asked her whether she had made the claims just to get immigration documents, she said. Victims of sexual assault are eligible for a special kind of visa, known as a U-visa. Trafficking victims are eligible for a T-visa.

Carmen’s abuse allegations are documented in police dispatch records, a restraining order and other documents, but the full extent of the investigation is unclear. The detective involved did not respond to interview requests, and the sheriff’s office declined to provide a copy of its investigation, saying it was not yet complete.

Underscoring the he-said, she-said obstacles for law enforcement, Alvarez told Reveal that Carmen fabricated the story to get immigration papers. He told detectives he had planned to marry her. Even though she hasn't paid him back for her illegal border crossing, he said, he has sent her money on a couple of occasions for the baby.

“This was a big misunderstanding; she’s a backstabber is what I call it," he said, denying he had abused her or anyone else.

But another woman who had a relationship with the grower and gave birth to one of his children said he repeatedly has brought women, including herself, into the United States from Mexico and abused them. Investigators never contacted her, she said.

The day after deputies took Carmen into custody, she said the detective told her that he had one last request. He put her in a room with Alvarez and had her confront him, to get him to confess. It didn’t work.

“Unfortunately, at this time, we do not have any evidence to detain him,” she recalled the detective saying. “Everything you say, he denies.”

Deputies charged Alvarez with felony marijuana cultivation in August 2014, his third arrest for the offense in three years. Jail records show he bailed out within 20 minutes. The prosecutor never took the case to court.

Sunshine Johnston tends cannabis plants at her farm in Redcrest, in the Emerald Triangle.EXPAND
Sunshine Johnston tends cannabis plants at her farm in Redcrest, in the Emerald Triangle.
Sarah Rice for Reveal

Thursday, April 30, 2015

The case against Kailan Meserve was unprecedented — the first time a marijuana grower in Humboldt County had been charged with raping a trimmigrant. In Petrolia, it had created a rift, causing many to question the trust they had placed in the community. Yet outside Petrolia, it captured little attention.

Aside from a local blog, no media outlets covered Meserve’s arrest.

He remained in jail briefly while the prosecutor’s office argued against allowing him to post his $2 million bail. Investigator Kyla Baxley had seen large greenhouses on several of Meserve’s properties and argued that his income had been derived illegally from the cultivation of marijuana. In the end, Meserve’s family and friends pooled funds, and he was released.

Over the next year, he enrolled in treatment for alcohol abuse, according to court records. Facebook photos show he and his family also enjoyed a Disney vacation.

Sam Epperson fell into a deep depression. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was responsible for Terri climbing into Meserve’s truck that night. With harvest season over, Terri had left Petrolia.

Finally, on April 4, 2016, the trial date arrived. Meserve sat next to his lawyer in a courtroom in downtown Eureka, dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks. Terri had returned to take the stand.

“Is this your first time testifying in court? How do you feel about being here?” prosecutor Brie Bennett asked.

“OK,” Terri replied.

Terri sat in an office chair in this cramped shack, trimming marijuana buds. She and three other trimmers were paid $200 for every pound. They wore aprons and tracked their work with paper and pencil.EXPAND
Terri sat in an office chair in this cramped shack, trimming marijuana buds. She and three other trimmers were paid $200 for every pound. They wore aprons and tracked their work with paper and pencil.
Andrew Burton for Reveal

She described the night in detail. The feeling of panic, the sexual acts, the violence. She answered questions from the defense attorney about her sex life in Petrolia and a shoplifting conviction from years ago. At one point, her voice began to crack, and she wiped tears from behind her black-framed glasses. Her voice grew faint.

The other victim described waking up the morning after the assault, crying and sore. She told her friend she had to go, according to court documents, and began the long drive back to San Francisco, making stops to throw up along the way.

On the stand, Meserve denied having a drug problem and called his encounters with Terri and the other woman consensual. Everyone was drunk, he said. No one ever told him to stop.

“Did she say she wanted to go to the trailer?” the prosecutor asked about Terri.

“She never said she didn’t,” Meserve responded.

From her seat in the courtroom, Meserve’s sister, Amy, remembers watching an image take shape that she did not recognize.

“He’s being portrayed like some monster,” she said later. “Obviously, he did not think he was raping anyone. I just don’t think he did. That’s not who he is, that’s not what he’s capable of. I just know if they would have said no or stop or anything, he would have stopped.”

While Meserve’s family attended the trial, most of the group that had supported Terri remained behind in Petrolia. It was a far distance to travel, but it also was painful to watch..

“I am friends with his sister and his dad and his mom,” said longtime local grower Greg Smith. “It feels like we’re carrying a big weight on our chest.”

On April 19, a jury found Meserve guilty of 15 felony counts, including rape and false imprisonment. His wife began to cry as deputies handcuffed him and took him into custody.

When the news reached Petrolia, many in the group that had supported Terri felt deflated instead of relieved. They knew the conviction meant Meserve could end up spending the rest of his life in prison. Many believed it had been a mistake to contact law enforcement. Smith and Epperson agreed to write letters to the judge urging a lenient sentence.

“I would rather have rehabilitation than punishment,” Smith said. “Some people think it’s impossible with him, but I don't know. I just have hope that people can change.”

On July 28, the Meserve family and their supporters filed into the courtroom. Meserve’s mother, sister and wife cried as he stood motionless, awaiting the judge’s sentence. Each read from a prepared statement.

“These charges are extreme and overboard,” said his father, David. “These charges are from an enthusiasm for prosecuting people in the marijuana industry.”

“Kailan wants to start an AA group in Petrolia,” said Monica, his wife. “He wants to give back.”

Terri was not there. An advocate read a statement from the second victim.

“Every morsel of self-confidence has left me,” she read. “Humboldt is my home, and I cannot bring myself to visit my friends or family there.”

The judge sentenced Meserve to 23 years in prison.

He did not make a statement in court that day. Through his family, he declined to comment for this story. Terri has since moved out of state.

And, as the harvest season swings into full gear, a new crop of trimmigrants is hitting the road, thumbs out, pointing toward the thickly forested mountains of the Emerald Triangle.

Reveal reporter Shoshana Walter can be reached at swalter@cironline.org. Follow her on Twitter: @shoeshine

Petrolia sits beneath the King Range mountains at the edge of Humboldt County. With a population of about 400, it has one general store, one bar, no cellphone service and no police.EXPAND
Petrolia sits beneath the King Range mountains at the edge of Humboldt County. With a population of about 400, it has one general store, one bar, no cellphone service and no police.
Andrew Burton for Reveal

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