In Manhattan last week, three forlorn people mingled with the crowds and peered wistfully into the shop windows of the promised land. The young couple was Rumanian, the slim youth Polish. To get there, they had endured years of homelessness, hunger, danger and bitter waiting—and now that they had arrived, they could not expect to stay. They were illegal immigrants, caught on a last desperate attempt to smuggle themselves into the U.S. Temporarily, they were at liberty on bond.
For 15 hours, they had lain, nearly suffocated, in the noisome hold of a...
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