I Am a Mexican Woman Working in the USA, and I Was Detained at the Border — Again
<p>“An officer will escort you to the interrogation room.”</p>
<p>I nod in resignation. Seconds earlier, I had handed the officer my valid passport and visa. I lug a three-inch yellow folder bursting with legal documents, so I wouldn’t hear these words again.</p>
<p>I am exhausted, but I try my best not to look like it. I have just landed in Los Angeles after an eight-hour flight from Mexico. Before getting in line for customs, I splash my face. I swap my sneakers for Doc Martens. At the border, looks matter.</p>
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