5/10/23

By Josh Rubin

The encampment in Matamoros is much bigger now than it ever was under Remain in Mexico. This despite a steady line of people splashing their way to the opposite bank, which they were doing as I watched, children’s float toys that don’t float all that well anymore strewn across the weeds choking a narrow spot. Rather than the half deflated brightly colored plastic, most whom I watched used a line to work their way along, strung from bank to bank, nylon and yellow.

Pictures will be forthcoming. And I will try to reconstruct the conversations I had on my first afternoon here, on both sides of the river. There is so much to say, but I am too tired just now to go on.