The fence along the U.S.-Mexico border is mostly finished.
Customs and Border Protection spokesman Lloyd Easterling says that 601 miles of the project had been completed as of a week ago.-AP
Let me begin this post by stating I am against illegal immigration. While I do understand why some choose to leave everything and everyone behind and risk their lives in hopes of “The American Dream”, it is wrong. Period.
Illegal immigration is a problem, not just for the United States, but for Mexico as well. For Americans, they are seeing their tax dollars put to work in aiding what both governments consider illegal. For Mexicans, we are seeing families ripped apart and opportunities for change slipping away as more and more of our countrymen choose to take the risk and travel north.
Officials have said the border security improvements — like the fence — are working, and fewer people are trying to illegally cross from Mexico into the United States. Some of that can be attributed to economic woes and fewer jobs in the U.S.-AP
Illegal immigration is down, the wall is high and wide. Problem solved, America is safe from the illegal Mexican scoundrels who await for the perfect moment to “sneak through the cracks” and create chaos within. Personally, I feel the U.S. most definitly has a right to put their wall up, I only hope, it does not create an ever greater sense of false security.
Last week, my American wife made another long trip to Laredo, Texas to pick up our son from the airport. Traffic was stalled to get across the border causing my wife to sit idling for more than an hour just past the Mexican-American line on the bridge.
While she was on the bridge with our two youngest children, a dark, seedy looking man began walking back and forth looking into vehicles and talking on a radio. This went on for almost twenty minutes before the man went and stood directly behind my wife’s truck. My wife, fearing an ambush was about to take place, rolled up the windows and had the kids lie down.
I asked her “What are you going to do?” to which she replied “What can I do, we’re trapped and the only two border agents are chatting on the incoming side of the bridge more than 500 feet away.”
As it turns out, there was no ambush. The seedy tattooed gangster was a not cartel hitman, but a coyote, a human trafficker. He had been watching the agents, reporting all actions, and awaiting the illegals to take them on the last leg of their illegal journey. How did they do it? Was it difficult? Apparently not.
After ten minutes of the man standing behind my wife’s vehicle, he left, only to return crouched between the outer lane vehicles and bridge wall with two men. The two illegals, by appearance, were either from Southern Mexico or Central America. Ten feet from my wife, amongst dozens of vehicles, the illegals changed into crisp, preppy colored polo shirts and continued their crouched walk, weaving in and out of idled vehicles until making a run for a six foot gate which was their last obstacle to their American dream.
The two chatting border patrol agents were less than 80 feet from the gate the three men jumped, yet did not notice. What became of the illegals and their coyote is unknown.
Once arriving to the border patrol passport booth, my wife explained she had just witnessed. She had even offered a complete detailed description of the coyote, right down to his tattoos, tennis shoes, and radio. The border patrol seemed suprised, but did not request further information. He simply checked my wife and kid’s passports, thanked her, and assured her he would “check into it when he could.”
Congress has set aside $2.7 billion for the fence since 2006. There’s no estimate how much the entire system — the physical fence and the technology — will cost to build, let alone maintain.
I am shocked, my wife is irate, how the hell does this type of act take place, literally right beneath their noses? Does having these walls make border patrols feel less need to man the actual borders, maybe a sense of false security?
They are human, we all are, we are capable of errors; maybe the use of such an obvious trafficking route was just too obvious to conceive as plausible. After all illegals cross rivers and deserts in the middle of the night, don’t they?
I wonder why illegals are dying in deserts, and billions of U.S. tax dollars are being spent on walls, when one can simply cross an open, insecure U.S.-Mexico International bridge amongst hundreds of witnesses in broad daylight.