Will they be dangerous? Will they be kids? What artillery do I need to bring? Where is Manny? Charles thinks to himself as he struggles to put his desert camouflage pants on. He is still half asleep having just rolled out of bed to answer his ringing cellular phone. It is a call from the East Rio Grande watchtower; a spotlight controlled by an immigration agent in the tower reveals a group of immigrants attempting to cross the river. The watchtower calls Charles to take care of it. He rubs his eyes and looks across the quarters to the small digital clock sitting on the desk amongst the clutter; it reads 1:37AM. Charles looks around the room – dimly lit by a small lamp – he doesn’t see Manuel anywhere – Manuel’s bed sheets look disturbed as
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I’ve got everything!”
“What has got you in such a mood?”
“Nothing I’m just… tired that’s all.”
The rest of the six mile car ride is silence. Charles and Manuel keep their eyes peeled straight ahead. They can see the beacon’s rotating yellow light strike the front of the hood again and again. The inside of the car is dark the only light coming from the digital station reader on the CB radio. At this time of night the streets our empty, within minutes Charles and Manuel arrive at the East end of the Rio Grande. Charles calls the watchtower to get more information. They tell Charles the immigrants made it across the river in only their underwear but had their clothes in bags that they were holding above their heads. He tells Charles there are three of them, and they are all males, around sixteen. The man in the watchtower says the immigrants went further east when they made it to shore. Charles relays all the new information to Manuel. Charles knows the immigrants will quickly try to find somewhere to hide since the spotlight probably spooked them.
Charles already knows all the best spots that the immigrants hide. “Let’s go to the Riewald’s …show more content…
Udder horror is visible on their faces. Charles and Manuel each quickly subdue an immigrant and hand cuff them. Manuel finishes first and quickly grabs the third immigrant who still hasn’t woken.
The immigrants scream, “¡por favor no!”
The three immigrants tremble with fear all handcuffed, all coming to the realization that their efforts to have success in the United States have come up short. Charles and Manuel escort the three young men half a mile back to the car and shove them in the backseats. The three boys continue to plead that they be let go. Speaking the only English they know, “Please! Please! Please!”
Charles and Manuel have to silence out their cries and continue to do their job. They drive the immigrants eighteen miles to the county immigrant-holding house. For Charles, the car ride is depressing; he can’t help but understand the immigrant’s point of view. It really isn’t fair; these kids should be in school. They should get a shot. They’re not doing anything wrong… Just do your job
I’ve got everything!”
“What has got you in such a mood?”
“Nothing I’m just… tired that’s all.”
The rest of the six mile car ride is silence. Charles and Manuel keep their eyes peeled straight ahead. They can see the beacon’s rotating yellow light strike the front of the hood again and again. The inside of the car is dark the only light coming from the digital station reader on the CB radio. At this time of night the streets our empty, within minutes Charles and Manuel arrive at the East end of the Rio Grande. Charles calls the watchtower to get more information. They tell Charles the immigrants made it across the river in only their underwear but had their clothes in bags that they were holding above their heads. He tells Charles there are three of them, and they are all males, around sixteen. The man in the watchtower says the immigrants went further east when they made it to shore. Charles relays all the new information to Manuel. Charles knows the immigrants will quickly try to find somewhere to hide since the spotlight probably spooked them.
Charles already knows all the best spots that the immigrants hide. “Let’s go to the Riewald’s …show more content…
Udder horror is visible on their faces. Charles and Manuel each quickly subdue an immigrant and hand cuff them. Manuel finishes first and quickly grabs the third immigrant who still hasn’t woken.
The immigrants scream, “¡por favor no!”
The three immigrants tremble with fear all handcuffed, all coming to the realization that their efforts to have success in the United States have come up short. Charles and Manuel escort the three young men half a mile back to the car and shove them in the backseats. The three boys continue to plead that they be let go. Speaking the only English they know, “Please! Please! Please!”
Charles and Manuel have to silence out their cries and continue to do their job. They drive the immigrants eighteen miles to the county immigrant-holding house. For Charles, the car ride is depressing; he can’t help but understand the immigrant’s point of view. It really isn’t fair; these kids should be in school. They should get a shot. They’re not doing anything wrong… Just do your job