Three weeks ago, I was in El Paso, Texas, riding in a Border
Patrol bus along the Rio Grande river. The river ran through a
concrete gorge, Mexican national guard troops standing every few
hundred feet on the other side. Just past a tall section of
border wall, several Border Patrol SUVs converged on a young
woman holding a baby in her arms, a toddler clutching her jeans
and a young man standing next to her. Another woman, also with a
baby and toddler, sat nearby.
