Arizon’s new immigration law was a brunch discussion topic. So I told this story about coming home from Arizona:
A border guard stopped us on I-10 just east of El Paso, Texas back in 1993. Mom, my brother, and myself were in the car. Several days prior, the three of us and Dad all crossed the border to check out Mexico. It was surprisingly easy to cross. They just asked us Mom and Dad “declare their nationality” and were happy with their answers. My brother and I were not even asked.
This border guard asked Mom to declare her nationality. She did. He bends over to look in the car, takes on the expression I can only describe as suspicious and tells her, “They have to declare theirs as well.” That’s when I got scared. Our answers were in our best Southern accents so there would be no question on which side of the border we belonged. The surprised looked meant he bought it. We have laughed about this story for years.
This was pointed out to me by Sarah.
The caricature shown in the media is that my brother and I would have to have provided documentation we are United States citizens. Can’t say for certain they are wrong.