Tag: immigration

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Homelands

An orphan named Patience and an argument for open immigration.

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Kidnapped at the Border

Kidnappers in Mexico have changed their business model from retail to wholesale—instead of extorting a handful of rich families, they are targeting thousands of undocumented migrants.

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Scare Tactics

Michel Houellebecq on his controversial new novel, Submission, which imagines France electing its first Muslim president.

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The Green Monster

How the Border Patrol became America’s most out-of-control law enforcement agency.

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Tasers, Drones, and Cold Chicken

Inside the multibillion-dollar business of keeping foreigners out of America.

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An Undocumented Immigrant’s Dream Deferred

Javier Flores had hopes of a last-minute change in policy that would allow him to stay in Ohio with his wife and four kids, where he had a good job, a house, paid taxes. It didn’t come.

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Young Carlos

The story of one of the 74,000 children who come to this country each year alone and undocumented.

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Going It Alone

Elias Pompa is the lone deputy in one of the poorest counties in Texas. He is also at the center of the U.S. border crisis.

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The Unforgotten

The people who go missing while crossing the U.S.-Mexico border, and the people who attempt to identify their remains.

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A ‘Band-Aid’ for 800 Children

A profile of Nora Sandigo, guardian to hundreds of kids born in America to illegal immigrants.

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Give Me the Gun

Why some immigrants can never escape their parents’ battles.

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Ten Views of the Border

Observations from a divided, strange world.

"But I remember him coming in the border patrol truck every morning. Like they were bringing some famous criminal. Him getting out. Every day it was like it was his first day there. The look on his face, I mean. Creepy. I shouldn’t say that. But I mean. The teasing or bullying, I never took part in all that, but I can say, I know it sounds defensive or you know like apologizing or something for the behavior, but I don’t think it was because of his coming from the other side. That was just the excuse. It was the look on his face. I mean if he didn’t want to join in, then go play in a corner. Okay. Go play by yourself. But to just sit there at the edge of the playground and watch us all like that . . . Never a smile. It sounds like a blame-the-victim sort of, that kind of unfair sort of thing. But you didn’t see his face."