During my border experience, I found myself thinking about contrasts. Contrasts such as: having versus not having, plenty versus poverty, a house with a yard and green grass versus a shack with a metal roof and dirt yard. Freedom to walk on either side of the southern border without fear contrasted with paying organized crime in order to jump a 30 foot wall to escape poverty, persecution, or death, and then confronted with a lethal desert environment that cuts, freezes and burns. A US system that benefits from the labor force of migrants, yet works hard at providing deterrents to entering our country. A cartel that makes money off the desperation of poor individuals trying to join their families in the US versus a country that has spent billions on building a tall barrier and on enforcement rather than opening its borders.
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