On the ground observations of Mexican anchor babies
The women already are in labour when they tumble over the tall metal fence and stumble into the most forgiving nation on Earth.
“I slipped and fell,” they lie to the officers of the Border Patrol, who then are required to escort them — indigent, prepartum and paperless, but endowed by the U.S. Constitution with the inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of free medical care — to the Carondelet Holy Cross Hospital in Nogales, Ariz., just off Interstate 19, the highway that bolts from the bottomless desperation of Mexico into the sunlight of the American republic. …
“What do you think about the President’s position on immigration?” I add.
“He needs to be impeached and arrested,” says the obstetrician.