Jesús García

Jesús García Corona (13 November 1881 – 7 November 1907) was a Mexican railroad brakeman who died while preventing a train loaded with dynamite from exploding near Nacozari, Sonora, in 1907. As el héroe de Nacozari he is revered as a national hero and many streets, plazas, and schools across Mexico are named for him.

García was born in Hermosillo, Sonora. At the age of 17 got a job with Moctezuma Copper Company, but due to his age, he was made a waterboy. He was promoted to switchman, then to brakeman.

Jesús García was the railroad brakeman for the train that covered the line between Nacozari, Sonora, and Douglas, Arizona. On 7 November 1907 the train was stopped in the town and, as he was resting, he saw that some hay on the roof of a car containing dynamite had caught fire. The cause of the fire was that the locomotive's firebox was failing and sparks were going out from the smokestack. The wind blew them and got into the dynamite cars. García drove the train in reverse downhill at full-steam six kilometers out of the town before the dynamite exploded, killing him and sparing the population of the mining town.

In his honor a statue was raised and the name of the town of Nacozari was changed to Nacozari de García. He was declared Hero of Humanity by the American Red Cross, many streets in Mexico carry his name, and the Estadio Héroe de Nacozari sports stadium in Hermosillo is also named after him. García's sacrifice is remembered in the corrido (ballad) "Máquina 501", sung by Pancho "el Charro" Avitia, and Mexican railroad workers commemorate 7 November every year as the Día del Ferrocarrilero (Railroader's Day). His heroism is also recounted in the ballad, "Jesus Garcia" sung by Arizona State's official balladeer, Dolan Ellis, who wanted to let the world know of the "Casey Jones of Mexico" who saved the town.

The "Máquina 501" song in free translation:

Engine 501

rolls through Sonora.

And the brakeman

who won't sigh will cry.

One fine Sunday, gentlemen,

'round three o'clock,

Jesús Garcia sweetly

caressed his mother.

"Soon I must depart,

kind mother,

the train whistle

draws the future near."

Arriving at the station

a whistle blew shrill.

The wagon with dynamite

menaced with its roof afire.

The fireman says,

"Jesús, let's scram!

that wagon behind

will burn us to hell."

Jesús replies,

"That I cannot own--

this conflagration

will kill the whole town!"

So he throws it in reverse

to escape downhill

and by the sixth mile

into God's hands he'd arrived.

From that unforgettable day

you've earned the holy cross

you've earned our applause.

Jesús, you're our hero.

Engine 501

rolls through Sonora.

And the brakeman

who won't sigh will cry.