1/20/20

By Josh Rubin

Parents, despairing of a grant of asylum and release from the purgatory of the tent city of refugees that sprawls along the Matamoros bank of the Rio Grande, are sending their children up to the middle of the militarized bridge to present themselves as unaccompanied minors. It is happening every day.

Tearful partings are taking place at the base of the bridge on the Mexico side. Phone numbers are written with sharpie on the arms of the children. Perhaps the parents watch until the children disappear. Where are their parents? the US guards ask. They are not here.

We are witnesses. The cruelty of this policy takes my breath away.