But Carter's curbs take effect
Still they keep coming. Standing in a long line on the sun-baked cement pier of the old submarine base at Key West, the Cubans look dazed, frightened, seasick, hungry.
Having survived the hazardous voyage, they are waiting to get a medical checkup and ID cards, a cold drink and a cigarette. Several of them have dog bites, which they say they got from dogs turned loose on them by the Cuban police.
The two-month tide of refugees is hardly abating. Last week 18,000 arrived, and there are still some 500 American boats at the Cuban port of Mariel, held...
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