We feel the people who died at this border 'check' point...to be continued
I will risk arrest if I can find someone not risking arrest to drive my truck for me. When I arrive at the chosen location, there are about 20 cars and at least 30 people hanging out on the steep cement slope under the overpass casting shade limiting the afternoon heat.
Soon our numbers swells to a couple hundred folks, as well as the beginning presence of bewildered but keeping their distance border patrol officers in 2 cars, and we divide into three groups: red - those who are willing to be arrested; yellow - those who are willing to push the envelope and maybe risk arrest; and green - those who will not do anything (blatant) to risk arrest.
The red and yellow group march directly up the ramp onto the freeway along side the tall orange cones that block lanes and slow down traffic, toward the waiting green uniforms of migra and the makeshift canopy covering the stop and the small trailer providing office and recon space. Several border patrol vehicles are parked behind the stop onto the shoulder.
The green group marches along the frontage road that dead-ends at the check-point, separated from the ramp and highway by a barbed-wire fence and dry short foilage.
I have been unable to find someone to drive my truck so I'm marching with the green group, although I'd love to be able to risk arrest.