But the women I met there are not Mexican. They’re not even from Latin America. They are asylum seekers from Ethiopia.
Their stories start with a brutal reality: If you don’t have a U.S. visa, you can’t just board a plane to New York City. You need to find another route.
Country after country let her through. Then, finally, she walked across a bridge into Brownsville, Texas.
Her youngest sister did not make that walk — she drowned taking a different route to the U.S.
Her husband did make it, but he is still being detained by immigration authorities, as asylum seekers often are.
# Monday, 5 May 2014
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