Yesterday I watched a middle-aged immigrant bid a silent farewell to his son who was detained by ICE. When he learned that his son was scheduled for deportation his heart crashed to the floor. He forced himself to uproot his feet and shuffle past the guards towards the door. Cheeks wet with tears, eyes blank with grief, hands trembling with fear. He glanced back once in the direction of his invisible son before disappearing into the street. The rest of us sat quietly, as though a funeral procession were passing by.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 19:39:27 +0000
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