What I saw at the border—and why it broke my heart

“It was the tents that broke my heart. The shirts, paperwork and shampoo bottles stuffed in the windows between the mosquito mesh and the polyester cover. Inside, a father, his two sons beside him, lying flat on his back on the thin padding, watching as his breathing pushed his chest and phone up and then down. Outside, his wife, crouched on a crate, breastfed their child. As we walked across the gravel, dodging the labyrinth of clotheslines, we passed hundreds of weary tents and even wearier people…”

Mauro, Eddy, and Jose waiting for a CBP-1 Appointment in Senda de Vida 2.