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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

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