Jones discusses why the Border Patrol can racially profile people, why it can operate in a 100-mile zone from all U.S. borders, and how it “can look a lot like an authoritarian militia force.”
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Jones discusses why the Border Patrol can racially profile people, why it can operate in a 100-mile zone from all U.S. borders, and how it “can look a lot like an authoritarian militia force.”
Check it out here in The Border Chronicle.
“The face that God gave you the day you were born will be your passport.”
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The border, its dread and its promise: a photo essay from Nogales, Sonora, on the day after the tragedy in San Antonio.
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In the “Constitution-mangled zone” in the borderlands, Tohono O’odham say Supreme Court ruling fortifies an occupation.
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A rare in-depth look inside a migrant caravan and Mexico’s amped-up border enforcement, along with scathing revelations about humanitarian networks on the Mexican migrant trail.
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From Uvalde, Texas, to Portland, Oregon, Border Patrol’s BORTAC is part of a growing homeland security army.
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Expert Jorge Cuellar discusses how countries remain exploited “tributary societies to the US,” while that “sacred policy—the Central American Free Trade Agreement—has remained untouched.”
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A deadly Border Patrol shooting, a binational group rejuvenating the desert, and the wall as a “modern-day cross,” plus other observations and photos from a trip to the Douglas borderlands.
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“Now more than three times as many people are displaced by climate disasters and extreme weather events than conflict or violence.”
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First, it was the Customs and Border Protection (CBP) vehicles speeding along on the road in front of our campsite. Then it was the Border Patrol’s all-terrain vehicles moving swiftly on a ridge above us. I was about 10 miles north of the border with Mexico, near Peña Blanca Lake in southern Arizona, camping with my six-year-old son and some other families. Like fire trucks racing to a blaze, the Border Patrol mobilization around me was growing so large I could only imagine an emergency situation developing.
I started climbing to get a better look and soon found myself alone on a golden hill dotted with alligator junipers and mesquite. Brilliant vermilion flycatchers fluttered between the branches. The road, though, was Border Patrol all the way. Atop the hill opposite mine stood a surveillance tower. Since it loomed over our campsite, I’d been looking at it all weekend. It felt strangely like part of French philosopher Michel Foucault’s panopticon — in other words, I wasn’t sure whether I was being watched or not. But I suspected I was.
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