A Border Patrol bordering on wrong

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© 2008 by Michael Swickard, Ph.D. Defining moments are not always of our choosing. Often they appear suddenly, like last week. Because I live in Las Cruces, traveling every direction but south means I have to go through a U.S. Border Patrol checkpoint where I am asked my citizenship. I have gone through these checkpoints thousands of times over four decades and every time been carefully questioned as to my nationality despite the fact that, at the actual U.S. border 60 miles away, millions of illegal people have streamed across relatively unmolested because of the political policies of our leaders. Last week I was headed to Alamogordo. Continue Reading