Brownsville, Texas. Weary yet hopeful, their bodies battered but their spirits high, the families while away the hours at the Casa Romero shelter for Central American refugees. They line up for a lunch of rice and beans, served from steaming kettles; they mop the floors and shoot pool; they practice English phrases; and they wait. And wait.
When they learn that their applications for political asylum in the U.S. are finally about to be dealt with, they trek to a makeshift Immigration and Naturalization Service post at the newly opened Port Isabel Processing Center, 25 miles away. Two weeks ago, angry...
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