‘ I’m standing here, 500 miles north of the Upbring New Hope Children’s Detention Center in McAllen, TX, and a few hours from the border.’ … Amazing thoughts … so very well written!!
I wonder where America’s heart has gone … did it ever have one?
Wednesday. 4:05 am. Pre-Dawn.
It’s sticky, the air is heavy, rain showers are imminent.
I’m walking from an outbuilding to the lobby to pick up an Uber to the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. I’m on the first flight back to New York.
Two bodies are framed in their silhouettes. They stand under a street lamp filling a work cart with garden tools. They stop talking, watch me approach and offer a “Good morning Sir” with full smiles and broken English.
Of Mexican origin.
I approach the front desk. Martina is the tag on her lapel. “How was your stay Sir?” She doesn’t break eye contact. Customer Service coach whispering in her ear during orientation, be confident, you belong.
Of Haitian or DR origin.
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