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At the Border, No One Can Know Your Name

A volunteer helping families cross over into California shares the painstaking process

A boy looks at US border patrol guards through the US-Mexico border fence, in Tijuana, in Baja California State, Mexico, on January 18, 2019. Photo: Guillermo Arias/Getty Images

II spent the second week of 2019 in Tijuana, Baja California. Or rather, I spent the nights of that week in San Diego, and every morning — as the sun rose over parking lots and outlet malls and border fences — I’d walk across the footbridge at PedWest…




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Alejandra Oliva

Alejandra Oliva

Essayist, embroiderer, and translator, working for immigrant justice today and every day. | olivalejandra.com

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