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INS Coverage<br />
gone to school here, and got into<br />
trouble with the law in a gang-related<br />
offense. He was a legal permanent resident<br />
who never applied for citizenship<br />
and as a result now faced deportation<br />
to a land he can barely remember.<br />
Turning to me, he quietly asked if I<br />
knew what INS stood for.<br />
“Yes,” I responded, thinking I was<br />
being helpful, “the INS means the Immigration<br />
and Naturalization Service.”<br />
He then shook his head in disagreement<br />
and softly but confidently replied<br />
no.<br />
“What do you mean by no?” I asked.<br />
“No. That’s not what it means,” he<br />
said.<br />
Thinking that he misunderstood me,<br />
I restated the spelled-out version of<br />
this well-known acronym, this time<br />
more slowly and with exaggerated<br />
enunciation the way people tend to<br />
talk to non-snative English speakers.<br />
He shook his head again more emphatically.<br />
“So what then does the INS mean?”<br />
I asked him.<br />
“I’m not sure,” he said, looking me<br />
straight in the eye.<br />
“You’re not sure?”<br />
“That’s right, I’m not sure” he replied<br />
with an odd smile.<br />
“You’re not sure?” I mimicked.<br />
In response his head started to nod<br />
in agreement as he repeated, “I’m not<br />
sure. I’m not sure.”<br />
I was puzzled, more than a little<br />
annoyed, and fearful that my annoyance<br />
was starting to show. At this point,<br />
he helped me understand his grim<br />
humor by role-playing questions he<br />
repeatedly asks INS authorities and<br />
their responses. “How much longer<br />
will I be detained?” “I’m not sure.”<br />
“When will I get to see my lawyer?” “I’m<br />
not sure.” “I’ve filed four requests to be<br />
seen by the doctor, when will I get an<br />
appointment?” “I’m not sure.” “When<br />
will I see the deportation officer? Go<br />
before the immigration judge? Be released?<br />
When will they fix the phones?<br />
Will they deport me back to Cambodia,<br />
a country I haven’t known since I was<br />
five?” Each time the same answer from<br />
the same authoritative-sounding source<br />
reveals nothing. “I’m not sure.”<br />
In a few short moments, this man<br />
offered me a profound insight about<br />
what it’s like to be caught in the INS<br />
abyss. This isn’t a semantic game. For<br />
those held in detention, INS stands for<br />
“I’m Not Sure.” This is what it’s like to<br />
be detained indefinitely by the INS,<br />
confined to an uncertain future in a<br />
poorly managed system with few rights<br />
and fewer still that are enforced. Being<br />
detained by the INS means living in a<br />
limbo where little is known, answers<br />
are few, and nothing is certain except<br />
the tedium of daily life. Try navigating<br />
through this convoluted system. Try<br />
making sense of immigration law without<br />
a lawyer (something an estimated<br />
90 percent of detainees must do). Try<br />
doing this while facing deportation,<br />
and the picture sharpens into a clearer<br />
focus of what it’s like.<br />
As this young man’s message sinks<br />
in, his questions make me think of<br />
mine that emerge as I travel to these<br />
places. When will the INS be truly reformed?<br />
When will it stop detaining<br />
asylum seekers? When will it no longer<br />
lock up children? When will its treatment<br />
of immigrants be more consistent<br />
with American values and its practices<br />
more in accordance with<br />
international law? When will the huge<br />
processing backlog be eliminated?<br />
When will its dysfunctional and bureaucratic<br />
ineptness be a thing of the<br />
past? When will security concerns no<br />
longer dictate immigration policy?<br />
To each of these questions must<br />
come the response, I’m not sure. But<br />
what I am quite certain about is that it<br />
won’t happen anytime soon. ■<br />
rubinpix@earthlink.net<br />
Mohamed Boukrage was 10 years old when a car bomb in Algeria<br />
killed his parents and sister. According to his testimony, Mohamed<br />
eventually made his way to France, then Italy, where he spent four<br />
years doing odd jobs and living in abandoned buildings. When he got<br />
word that the Italian police were deporting undocumented immigrants,<br />
he hid on a cargo ship that arrived luckily, or so he thought,<br />
in the United States.<br />
Mohamed arrived in New York in October 2000 and sought<br />
asylum. Immigration authorities did not believe him when he told<br />
them he was 16, and they subjected him to a dental examination and<br />
wrist x-ray to determine his age. On the basis of these controversial<br />
tests, the INS declared Mohamed was at least 18 years old and brought<br />
him to an adult prison, the Elizabeth Detention Center, just south of<br />
New York City.<br />
“They said they were taking me to a hotel and then they brought<br />
me right here,” Mohamed said, speaking through an interpreter.<br />
“They handcuffed me and treated me like a criminal. I feel I’m being punished for no reason.”<br />
His asylum application was denied in 2001 and then denied again on appeal in 2002. Other attempts to free him from detention by his pro bono<br />
lawyer were denied by the courts. Unable to deport him back to Algeria since he has no papers, the INS deported him to Italy in July 2002, after 21 months<br />
in detention. —S.R.<br />
Photo by Steven Rubin.<br />
<strong>Nieman</strong> Reports / Winter 2002 19