As I drive toward El Paso, Texas, I see the border wall for the first time, an imposing brown structure that stretches endlessly parallel to Interstate 10. Then the colorful houses of Ciudad Juárez appear on the other side, and I imagine how someone must feel sitting on those hills, looking out into the United States after such a long journey to get there. However, crossing the U.S. border is perhaps the most dangerous part of the trip. James Ho…
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As I drive toward El Paso, Texas, I see the border wall for the first time, an imposing brown structure that stretches endlessly parallel to Interstate 10. Then the colorful houses of Ciudad Juárez appear on the other side, and I imagine how someone must feel sitting on those hills, looking out into the United States after such a long journey to get there. However, crossing the U.S. border is perhaps the most dangerous part of the trip. James Ho…