On the Wall and the Border - The Observer

On the Wall and the Border - The Observer

Somewhere, across hundreds of miles of desert, there is a hole in the border wall. Every night, a welder comes, fires up his torch and pops out the rusty, orange-brown steel separating his world from mine. That is when the cartel crosses people who do not want to get caught. During the day, Border Patrol closes up the hole with whatever junk they have around. This seems to have gone on for decades. Here, south of Arivaca, AZ, standing at the end…