Build Bridges, Not Walls: A Journey to a World Without Borders (City Lights Open Media)
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Categories: Books, Politics & Social Sciences, Politics & Government



Dimensions: 5 x 0.75 x 7 inches
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0872868346
Publisher: City Lights Publishers
Print length: 180 pages
Publication date: April 6, 2021
ISBN-13: 978-0872868342
Part of series: City Lights Open Media
subtitle: Paperback – April 6, 2021
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review: Editorial Reviews Review "The iconic abolitionist activist Angela Davis once wrote that 'walls turned sideways are bridges.' This creativity and openness to our fellow humans—this bridge-building—is what we need to do to address the unfolding crises of climate change, mass migration, and late-stage capitalism, according to investigative journalist and author Todd Miller. Miller has spent decades studying the politics of border regions, tracing the human and environmental toll of decades of militarization, forced displacement, and detention. His fourth and latest book on the subject, Build Bridges, Not Walls, from City Lights Books, makes an abolitionist case against borders."— Teen Vogue " Build Bridges departs from the investigative nature of [Miller's] previous works and into the territory of the extended essay, an idiosyncratic combination of lyricism and memoir … Some of the most moving passages in Build Bridges come from Miller’s recollection of his time as a solidarity activist in besieged Zapatista autonomous communities in Chiapas. … Miller presciently writes about the effect that the Berlin Wall had on residents of East and West Berlin and the similar pathologies it has created here, the psychological effects that he calls 'Wall Sickness.' … The best way forward, he argues, is to dismantle the carceral security state, which uses violence to stop the movement of the poor, and to redirect funding to the policies that have gathered dust: universal health care, education, the Green New Deal."— Los Angeles Review of Books "Completes Miller’s magnificent border quartet, an exquisite suite of cutting-edge titles, each of which provides a cogent angle into what Miller described to me as a 'Global Border Apparatus'—much of it fueled or directed by the United States. … provide[s] a multi-dimensional understanding about the violence and big business of border-building today. With his latest book, the quartet is greater than the sum of all dirty parts of the mega-border industry itself—precisely because Miller shows us the way around the juggernaut that lies in our path."— The Daily Beast "Turn a wall on its side, and you have a bridge. Of course, as Miller knows too well after covering border issues for 15 years, it's not that simple. The world is suffering from a severe case of 'wall sickness,' which fuels and is fueled by nationalism and xenophobia, afflicts nearly everyone whether they work or live near a border or not, diverts resources from, for instance, fighting climate change, to criminalizing climate refugees, and has caused the number of border walls worldwide since 1989 to grow from 15 to 70-plus. Focusing on Southwest desert crossings, Miller draws on a wide range of statistics, analysis, and, most powerfully, interviews with border agents, activists, refugees, and their families to examine arguments for and against open borders. Offering water to a dehydrated man, listening to a father’s anguish over a missing daughter, and recounting an agent’s epiphany when he watched an injured teenager die, Miller argues for the value of our common humanity, showing how we could reinvent the world by replacing competition with cooperation; as with COVID, to heal the ills of discrimination and division, we need to work together for everyone’s benefit."— Laurie Greer, Politics and Prose Bookstore, Washington, DC "One by one Miller addresses the popular arguments that undergird bipartisan US. border security policy … Miller also addresses the bipartisan nature of border security policy. … The reader is invited to think outside the wall mentality, beyond our 'wall sickness.'— World Beyond War "Will appeal to visionaries yearning for an end to man-made divides and the deliberate building of bridges of kindness and compassion."— New York Journal of Books "While Miller’s book is based on firsthand reporting from his many encounters with border-crossers, immigration officials who prevent them, and humanitarian groups who rescue them, it is also rooted in a deep and broad spirituality of love: the kind of love of people and earth that will eventually heal the wounds of human separation."— Friends Journal "As more and more millions are forced to migrate to survive, and as militarized borders disfigure an ever-increasing portion of the Earth's surface, Todd Miller’s analysis and reporting have become essential to understanding both the world in which we live and the one for which we have to fight. In Build Bridges Not Walls , Miller writes with poetry, unfailing critical intelligence, and most of all with heart. He cuts through the facile media myths and escapes the paralyzing constraints of a political 'debate' that functions mainly to obscure the unconscionable inequalities that borders everywhere secure. In its soulfulness, its profound moral imagination, and its vision of radical solidarity, Todd Miller’s work is as indispensable as the love that so palpably guides it."— Ben Ehrenreich , author of Desert Notebooks: A Road Map for the End of Time "All of Todd Miller's work is essential reading, but Build Bridges, Not Walls is his most compelling, insightful book yet. Miller's storytelling is woven together with his rigorous research on the inner workings of border control systems and how they worsen the concentration of global wealth and the suffering caused by climate change. Build Bridges, Not Walls makes a convincing argument for border abolition that builds on the police and prison abolition movement's insights, helping us see that the plans to make border enforcement more fair are shams, and that imagining and creating a world without borders is entirely possible."— Dean Spade , author of Mutual Aid: Building Solidarity During This Crises (And the Next) "Based on years of work as a journalist and his engagements with migrants, border patrol agents, Indigenous leaders, faith leaders, migrant justice organizers, regular people who live near borders, and more, Miller calls us to see how borders subject millions of people to violence, dehumanization, and early death. More importantly, he highlights the urgent necessity to abolish not only borders, but the nation-state itself. Drawing on the work of abolitionist movement leaders, this book points toward the radical opening of the imagination urgently needed to transform walls into bridges."— A. Naomi Paik , author of Bans, Walls Raids, Sanctuary: Understanding U.S. Immigration for the Twenty-First Century and Rightlessness: Testimony and Redress in U.S. Prison Camps Since World War II "Todd Miller not only makes the case for tearing down the walls of Fortress America, but also for the future of the planet and humanity. The stories of the humble people of the earth he documents ask us to also tear down the walls in our hearts and in our heads. What proliferates in the absence of these walls and in spite of them, Miller writes, is the natural state of things centered on kindness and compassion."— Nick Estes , author of Our History Is the Future: Standing Rock Versus the Dakota Access Pipeline, and the Long Tradition of Indigenous Resistance "Todd Miller’s deeply reported, empathetic writing on the American border is some of the most essential journalism being done today. As this book reveals, the militarization of our border is a simmering crisis that harms vulnerable people every day. It’s impossible to read his work without coming away changed."— Adam Conover , creator and host of Adam Ruins Everything and host of Factually! "In this manifesto/humanitarian mission statement, Todd Miller dissects and dismantles, with exacting precision and a profound sense of urgency, the border-industrial complex and its violent manifestations. Surrounding his experiences and vision with the wisdom of aid workers, abolitionists, pastors, scientists, historians, philosophers, Zapatistas, Tohono O'odham, revolutionaries, and migrants, Miller lays bare the senselessness and soullessness of the nation-state and its borders and border walls, and reimagines, in their place, a complete and total restoration, therefore redemption, of who we are, and of who we are in desperate need of becoming."— Brandon Shimoda , author of The Grave on the Wall "Moving, smart, and, most importantly, convincing that the current global border regime is deadly and dehumanizing, that we've wrecked the earth and darkened our hearts with border walls and global apartheid, that reforms fall far short, and that we need a radical restructuring to tear down the divides, build bridges of solidarity and empathy, and create a more just and equal society. Miller's latest book is a personal, wide-ranging, and impassioned call for abolishing borders."— John Washington , author of The Dispossessed: A Story of Asylum and the US-Mexican Border and Beyond "Todd Miller's Build Bridges, Not Walls is an eloquent and urgent call to dismantle the narrative of 'border security,' denouncing this sinister concept not as a policy seeking to protect the general population, but rather 'as an apparatus to enforce extreme inequalities and power imbalances.' Through careful reporting and vivid personal experience, Miller illuminates the immediate need to bring people closer in an era of dehumanizing violence that is at the heart of U.S. political discourse and institutions and which has become painfully condensed in the Trump years. These essays not only scrutinize the political and economic payoffs of the racialized surveillance paradigm at the U.S.-Mexico border, but they also dwell on the people on both sides who have been left out of the decision-making process and who Miller recognizes as the wellspring for true social change for both nations and, for that matter, the entire hemisphere. Build Bridges, Not Walls offers a persuasive new understanding of borders and the need to literally and symbolically bridge them."— Oswaldo Zavala , journalist and professor of Latin American literature and culture at the City University of New York and author of Drug Cartels Do Not Exist: Narcotrafficking and Culture in Mexico "Todd Miller and his four-year-old son William invite us to imagine future bicycles and playgrounds where we now see the steel bollards of border walls. Drawing on years of reporting and the work of scholars, thinkers, and activists from around the world—such as Bayo Akomolafe's concepts of 'fugitive spirit' and 'modest criminality'—Miller builds a case for imagining the seemingly impractical, the supposedly impossible idea of a living in a world without borders, and without the states that so desperately, and so violently, cling to them."— John Gibler , author of Torn from the World: A Guerrilla's Escape from a Secret Prison in Mexico "By documenting the human toll of border walls, expanded security, and racialized policing, Miller makes the urgent case to abolish borders now."— Reece Jones , author of White Borders: The History of Race and Immigration in the United States from Chinese Exclusion to the Border Wall About the Author Todd Miller has researched and written about border issues for more than fifteen years, the last eight as an independent journalist and writer. He resides in Tucson, Arizona, but also has spent many years living and working in Oaxaca, Mexico. His work has appeared in the New York Times , San Francisco Chronicle , TomDispatch , The Nation , In These Times , Guernica , Al Jazeera English , among other places. Miller has authored three books: Empire of Borders: The Expansion of the U.S. Border Around the World (Verso, 2019), Storming the Wall: Climate Change, Migration, and Homeland Security (City Lights, 2017), which won the 2018 Izzy Award for Excellence in Investigative Journalism, and Border Patrol Nation: Dispatches from the Front Lines of Homeland Security (City Lights, 2014). He’s a contributing editor on border and immigration issues for NACLA Report on the Americas and its column “Border Wars.” Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The hand between the candle and the wall Grows large on the wall… It must be that the hand Has a will to grow larger on the wall, To grow larger and heavier and stronger than The wall… —Wallace Stevens, from “Poem with Rhythms” WE ARE ALL AT THE BORDER NOW I see a man on the edge of the road. He looks both desperate and ragged and waves his arms for me to pull over my car. We are in southern Arizona, about twenty miles north of the U.S.-Mexico border. Behind the man is the Sonoran Desert—beautiful twist- ing saguaros, prickly pear, and cholla cacti—the living earth his- torically inhabited by the indigenous communities of the Tohono O’odham Nation. As I stop, the man rushes to my side of the car. Speaking in Spanish, he tells me his name is Juan Carlos. He tells me he is from Guatemala. He gulps down the water I offer him and asks if I can give him a ride to the nearest town. Just an hour earlier, majestic saguaros and elegant ocotillos surrounded me as I hiked out of the Baboquivari Peak Wilderness with Tohono O’odham elder David Garcia. The night before, we had seen two heavily armed U.S. Border Patrol agents monitoring a trail we used to reach the peak of the mountain. The Baboquivari Peak, where Garcia once fasted for many days to ask for guidance, is sacred to the Tohono O’odham. At points along the path up the slope, we could see layers of mountains extending for hundreds of miles, deep into Mexico. When you are up there you do not see the Border Patrol. You do not see the fleet of green-striped ground vehicles. You do not see the border wall. From up there, the border does not exist. Nations do not exist. The Earth appears as one uninterrupted landscape. Absorbing such a view can alter one’s feelings and consciousness in a way few things can. Edgar Mitchell was the sixth person to set foot on the moon. He described seeing the large, glowing globe of planet Earth as deeply moving: “It was a beautiful, harmonious, peaceful-looking planet, blue with white clouds, and one that gave you a deep sense…of home, of being, of identity. It is what I prefer to call instant global consciousness.” Seeing the land without political boundaries became an insight into what connects us to one another and the planet as a whole. The revelation was sincere and direct. High in the Tohono O’odham’s sacred territory, I felt something similar to what Mitchell describes. Parked on the side of the road, Juan Carlos asking me for the ride, awareness of our fractured world comes crashing back. I can’t see the agents, surveillance cameras, and sensors, but I know they are all around. I can feel them. Above, one of many drones in the U.S. arse- nal could be documenting the moment and streaming data about our location and movements. Agents are armed not only with weapons and technology, but with laws. One such law forbids me from giving Juan Carlos a ride. Doing so would further his unauthorized presence in the United States. If caught, I could be nailed with a federal crime, a felony. In essence, I could get prison time for showing kindness to a stranger. But wouldn’t it be a crime to leave somebody there, knowing that doing so could lead to their death? And wouldn’t refusing to help a person in distress due to their ethnicity be racism of the most blatant kind? This sort of racism is encoded into the very concept of “border security” and its regime of agents, technologies, policies, bureaucracies, and violent vigilantes. With no sign of any nearby town, I am forced to contemplate Juan’s skin complexion, his dishev- eled clothes, and his Spanish-only speech. As one official from the Department of Homeland Security told the New York Times , “We can’t do our job without taking ethnicity into account. We are very dependent on that.” This is happening in the Arizona desert, but I could have been talking with someone skirting a checkpoint in southern Mexico, or with a person crossing the Mona Strait from the Dominican shores to Puerto Rico in a rickety boat, or with people crammed in a cargo ship going from Libya to Italy or Turkey to Greece. This could’ve been a person crossing from Syria to Jordan, from Somalia to Kenya, from Bangladesh to India, or from the Occupied Palestinian Territories into Israel. There are more people on the move, and cross- ing borders, than ever before. Approximately 258 million people are currently living outside the country of their birth, a sure undercount given the difficulty of counting undocumented people. A similar scene could unfold within countries too, since immi- gration enforcement is hardly limited to national perimeters. In the United States, border enforcement could take place on an Amtrak train in Rochester, Buffalo, Erie, or Detroit, where armed agents board trains and ask people for their papers. We could have been in any of countless U.S. cities where Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents operate twenty-four hours a day hunting for people who are here without authorization. In Mexico, immigra- tion agents regularly board buses throughout the country. For exam- ple, I once saw a man pulled off a bus after he said he lived in San Cristóbal de los Angeles instead of San Cristóbal de las Casas. On another occasion, when I was on a bus in the Dominican Republic near the border with Haiti, an immigration agent asked every black passenger for their papers, but ignored me even as I sat there atten- tively with passport in hand. And then, in contrast, at the edge of a Somali neighborhood in Nairobi I was stopped and interrogated for half an hour as the immigration agent sifted through my papers. Now I am in the U.S. borderlands with Juan Carlos, and forced to make a decision. In this book, I reflect on why I hesitate when Juan Carlos asks me for a ride. And as I search for an answer, I find that there is a much bigger problem to tackle: Why am I forced to make such a decision in the first place? Why am I compelled to be complicit either with enforcing authoritarian law or with upholding our common humanity, with building a wall or building a bridge? What follows is a journey through more than twenty-five years living and working as a journalist, writer, educator, and perennial student of and in the world’s borderlands. In the process I have met many people who influenced my thinking profoundly—and you will meet some of them here—Tojolabal Zapatistas in southern Mexico, a Franciscan friar in the Arizona borderlands, a border crosser escap- ing the ravages of climate change, an open-hearted Border Patrol agent, and modern-day abolitionists, among many other provocative thinkers and doers in this world who dare defy conventional thought and boundaries. In Build Bridges, Not Walls I look at the ways that divisions have been imposed, permitted, and accepted over decades, regardless of who is the U.S. president. But I also examine the natural inclina- tion of human beings to be empathic with one another, to forge soli- darities with each other, and how such inclinations contrast with the borders that invoke and perpetuate chronic forms of racial and eco- nomic injustice. I welcome you to the journey on these pages. Here you will find a call for abolitionist resistance through kindness—a fugitive kindness that has edge, that shatters unjust laws and is based in solidarity. And here you will find an aspiration to create some- thing beautiful, something human, from the broken pieces. SANCTUARY On a cold evening in January 2018, the very same night of Donald Trump’s first State of the Union Address, several students and I visited the San Juan Bosco shelter in Nogales, Mexico. In the shelter’s chapel was a group of people, many recently expelled from the United States, seated in metal chairs. The funeral of a six- week-old baby from Honduras a few days before had left a somber mood that still weighed heavily in the space. The child had died of exposure to the cold. The baby’s young, moneyless parents had just reached Nogales en route to the United States when the tragic death occurred. After the students and I introduced ourselves, an older woman immediately asked: “Why are you here?” She paused. She had a blanket around her shoulders like a shawl, to fend off the cold eve- ning air. “What benefit does it bring us?” A long and uncomfortable pause followed, partly while I inter- preted her question from Spanish to English, and partly because we had no immediate answer. Why were we there? Was it because we were simply a class, learning about border issues for a grade? Or was it something else all of us wished to be part of, was it that we wanted to learn how to topple the border barrier between us? Whatever it was, the woman seemed to carry a wisdom beyond us, leaving us speech- less. A chair scratched against the floor, and a person in the back coughed. As the uncomfortable pause persisted, I realized that I, too, was baffled. The political and economic conditions appeared to be so entrenched that change did seem virtually impossible. Trump was about to roll out his plans on live television. He was about to make the claim that “open borders” were allowing “drugs and gangs to pour into our most vulnerable communities,” and to claim that “millions of low-wage workers” would “compete for jobs and wages against the poorest Americans.” Trump may have even said this at the precise moment the woman asked her question, as we stood there looking at each other, hoping that somebody in the group might answer. The thing was, at that moment there was no practical alterna- tive to the long legacy of border militarization to even talk about. Opposition to the wall among Democrats seemed to gain prominence only after the 2016 election. But what they offered were simply differ- ent forms of the same “wall,” such as so-called “smart walls,” tech- nology meant to monitor, sort, and exclude people with even greater efficiency than a standard barrier. Just a week before, Representative Henry Cuellar had penned an op-ed for CNN titled “The answer to border security is technology, not wall.” The Texas Democrat characterized the wall as a fourteenth-century solution to a twenty- first-century challenge. “Instead of a wall,” Cuellar wrote, “we should increase the use of modern technology, including cameras, fixed towers and aerial and underground sensors.” This position has become a standard one for the Democratic Party and was reflected in the Joe Biden administration’s immigration platform when he took office in 2021. Unmentioned in Cuellar’s op-ed was that some of the top border contractors—companies such as Northrop Grumman, Caterpillar, Boeing, and Lockheed Martin—were lining his coffers to support his 2018 reelection campaign. And two of the top prison management companies contracted by Immigration and Customs Enforcement—GEO Group and CoreCivic—contributed a whop- ping $55 million to his war chest. I suppose we could have repeated the cliché that the “immigra- tion system is broken” and we have to fix it. But what if it really was functioning entirely as designed? We could have told her that we would push for reform. But what exactly is meant by the phrase “comprehensive immigration reform”? It is true that new laws might contain provisions for a better legalization process and a more per- manent status for beneficiaries of Deferred Action on Childhood Arrival (DACA) who fit a certain set of criteria. But that would in no way help the people sitting before us on that cold night in Nogales. In fact, if the history of comprehensive immigration reform were any indication, any new policy would likely involve even more guns, guards, and gates. The 2013 bipartisan “gang of eight” reform bill— the last one passed by the U.S. Senate but rejected in the House—had $45 billion going to the border over a ten-year period. The budget’s intention was to double the forces of the Border Patrol and triple the capacity of its “zero tolerance” Operation Streamline, which incar- cerates border-crossers by the tens of thousands each year. Hungry to tap the bulging purse, corporations lobbied for loads of border technology to be purchased as part of the reform. Three compa- nies—Northrop Grumman, United Technologies, and EADS North America—pumped more than $70,000 per day into their lobbying efforts. This meant more VADER systems (man-hunting radar man- ufactured by Northrop Grumman), more Blackhawk helicopters (fifteen of them from United Technologies, a company then about to be bought by Lockheed Martin), and eight helicopters from EADS North America. That is the long-term vision planned for the people in the shel- ter, and neither we nor they are invited to the planning sessions. It doesn’t matter if you are on the move because droughts wilted your crops, hurricanes blasted your house, mines poisoned your water, or floods swallowed your land, or you are fleeing murderous persecu- tion and extortion, or violent economic dispossession by corporate or local oligarchies. It doesn’t matter if you are skipping meals for your children, or if you are fleeing for your very life. I have gone to conferences and conventions involving compa- nies and government in Phoenix, Paris, Tel Aviv, Mexico City, San Antonio, El Paso, and Washington, D.C., to observe how the long- term vision is monetized and dehumanized. There are lots of car- peted convention centers filled with vendors hungry to sell robots, drones, surveillance cameras, radar systems, license plate scanners, facial recognition systems, iris recognition software, guns, sunglasses, ready-to-eat meals, and insta-latrines. I remember one man selling a portable, easy-to-deploy metal barrier capable of stopping a truck at high speeds. The material it was made of was on display at the expo. When I asked the salesman if the stuff could really stop a Mack Truck, as his sales video indicated, his response was, “You better believe it. This is evolution. This is the future.” When I saw him again later that day, he called me over with semi-anxious eyes and asked me where he could find buyers for his product. Startled that he was asking me, I could only point to my name tag indicating that I was a journalist. A few hours later, I was in front of a Raytheon salesman who was hawking the latest technology for acoustic detection that, and I couldn’t get this out of my mind, looked like the sad, maligned Christmas tree from Charlie Brown . “It’s to detect where bullets are shot from,” he told me. “Bullets are flying over the border?” I asked, knowing the answer to my own question. “You’d be surprised,” he told me, “not every day, but every other day.” He left it to the world of long-cultivated assumptions as to who was doing the shooting. While pointing to his product—a desert-colored pole with microphones extending from its top in all directions—he said that it could be mounted on the border wall “every quarter mile or so.” The vision was tangible and precise, the raw imagination of the con- stantly churning border-industrial complex. Within constraints, it is constantly imagining how to monetize a future world of increasingly militarized compliance, caste, exclusion, and hierarchy, with next to no pushback or dissent. Most of us are not involved in debating the future marketed at these sales conventions, we’re not at the closed-door meetings, the hotel rooms, the golf courses where future borderscapes are mapped out, and where money begins to line the pockets of influ- ential policy-makers. This is especially true of the people sitting at the shelter, the people who are targets of the acoustic detection systems, Mack Truck–stopping walls, and infrared goggles. For forty years, border and immigration enforcement budgets have gone up, year after year, with little or no public consultation or debate. It has been amazing to me, as I’ve traveled the country for the past decade or so speaking on these topics, to see the general lack of awareness about how much these border and immigration enforce- ment budgets have increased over the last four decades. At the advent of the Ronald Reagan presidency in 1980, the annual border and immigration budget was $349 million, through the Immigration and Naturalization Service, (INS). In 2020, the combined budget of its superseding agencies, Customs and Border Protection (CBP) and Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), exceeded $25 billion. That is a 6,000 percent increase. These increases are fueled by rhetoric that uses the seemingly incontestable term “security,” with no debate at all. But when I began to examine the appropriations process—the one through which budgets like that of the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) are determined, including how much money is earmarked for certain contracts and certain companies—I found the level of public ignorance less startling. In fact, the debate about the future happens every year; it’s just that most of us are not invited. Big corporations such as Northrop Grumman, Elbit Systems, General Atomics, and Deloitte show up in throngs, but behind closed doors that keep you and me out. The absence of public involvement was on full display in 2006 when Michael Jackson, an official with CBP, stood before private industry representatives. When discussing the new technology pro- gram on the border, known as SBInet, he said: “This is an unusual invitation. I want to make sure you have it clearly, that we’re asking you to come back and tell us how to do our business. We’re asking you. We’re inviting you to tell us how to run our organization.” As a former executive with Lockheed Martin, Jackson knew how corpo- rations and the U.S. government interact, free from public oversight. And after Jackson made that comment, from 2006 to 2018, CBP and ICE doled out 99,000 contracts worth approximately $45 bil- lion, equivalent to the accumulated border and immigration enforce- ment budgets from 1975 to 2002. That’s twenty-seven years of bud- gets combined . The U.S. government and multinational corporations proj- ect enforcement scenarios decades into the future, imagining a world increasingly destabilized due to mass migrations caused by catastrophic climate change. Countries such as the United States and Australia need to envision erecting “defensive fortresses” in response, according to a 2003 Pentagon report. In March 2013, Admiral Samuel J. Locklear III, the commander of the United States Pacific Command, said that global warming was the greatest threat the United States faced. Mass destabilization, he said, “is probably the most likely thing that is going to happen [to] cripple the security environment, probably more likely than the other scenarios we all often talk about.” Today, as the scientific basis for catastrophic climate change has become hard to avoid even for its most fervent deniers, offi- cials are explicitly placing weather and environmental events in the same threat landscape as terrorism or organized crime. As Admiral Craig Faller, commander of Southern Command, said during a July 2020 hearing titled National Security Challenges and U.S. Military Activity in North and South America, “The ability to rapidly respond to events, whether it’s a weather event, or an environmental event, a terrorist attack, [or a] transnational criminal organization, is important. So we continue to watch that closely and ensure that our exercise programs, our security cooperation programs, emphasize the partners’ capacity to do that, because as we see in some of these massive hurricanes, no one nation has the ability to do that alone.” The seemingly bland term “security cooperation programs” means that the United States is redefining its border, training border guards and sending armored patrol vehicles and guns and other resources not only to Central American and Caribbean countries, but also deep into South America, with CBP attachés now in Brasilia and Bogotá. As with the war on drugs and the war on terror, there is now a war on climate change, aimed not at mitigating carbon emissions in the biosphere, but at erecting “defensive fortresses” against the people most impacted, the people on the move. As author, scholar, and activist Harsha Walia writes, emphasizing the need to reframe the conversation around borders, there isn’t a border crisis, there is a “displacement crisis.” Efforts to advance comprehensive immigration reform take place today against this background of increasingly dystopic secu- rity forecasts. Despite the fact that the U.S. Border Patrol and ICE remain sacrosanct, with ever more resources, a movement to abol- ish ICE emerged in 2018 and began to pry open this locked door. However, Democrats—as is often their way—voiced support and watered it down at the same time. For them, it became a call for reforms. Democrats have avoided taking on CBP in any substantial way (though representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is a notable exception), because questioning territorial boundaries and their enforcement apparatus remains far beyond the party’s param- eters of acceptable debate. The debate is usually silenced by one phrase—“every country has the right to protect its borders”—and it’s left for the crickets to guess who and what actually gets pro- tected and how. The difficulty of collaborating on long-term alternatives became apparent to me when the nonprofit Institute for the Future (IFTF) invited me to a workshop in 2019. The purpose of the workshop was to think systemically and imaginatively about the future of immigra- tion. The IFTF invited experts from across the country, many people working on the front lines, and many who were undocumented and refugees themselves, to imagine different possible futures for immi- gration, from most desired to worst-case scenarios. One revelation that emerged at the beginning of the conference was that front-line workers weren’t able to think at all about the future, let alone strat- egize. There was no time. The demand of dealing with constant emergencies in real time overwhelmed them. At the 2018 State of the Union Address, President Trump said, “The United States is a compassionate nation. We are proud that we do more than any other country to help the needy, the struggling, the underprivileged all over the world. But as president of the United States, my loyalty, my greatest compassion, and my constant concern is for America’s children.” Surely not words the people in the Nogales shelter would find comforting. Simultaneously, there was something liberating about standing on the other side of the U.S. border, in a space where there was little to no awareness that the State of the Union was even happening. For just a moment we were free from U.S. discourse and its claustrophobic parameters of what was considered debatable and what was not. In this sense, being there freed us from our own preconceptions, from the scrolling confines of smartphones, from headlines based on whatever view we were supposed to hold. As the pause continued, we could feel the cold Nogales night seeping through the cracks, but also something more glorious, a conversation that was going to challenge not only the walls enclosing the United States, but also the walls within ourselves. It was as if questions that are never asked publicly in the United States were suddenly freed and could be voiced earnestly and directly. Before anyone took a stab at responding to the woman’s ques- tion— What benefit does your presence bring us? —a man broke the prolonged silence, saying: “We do all your labor.” He paused, as if waiting for somebody to inject dissent. “All of it.” “You call us criminals,” he said. “People are making sacrifices for their families”—he gestured to the people sitting around him on the metal folding chairs, bundled up in jackets, all focused on his words—“so their children can have a taco.” He continued with building emotion: “We are now separated from our children and you still call us criminals.” Many people in front of us nodded in agreement, moving others to comment on the atrocity of children torn away from their parents. This was five months before Attorney General Jeffrey Sessions gave his “zero tol- erance” speech, and forced family separations became a daily feature in the news cycle. But they were talking about separation policies that long predated Trump. Back at his State of the Union monologue, Trump was announc- ing his “four pillars” of immigration reform that would “fully secure the border,” and end the “visa lottery” and “chain migration” while associating border-crossers—like all the people before us in the shel- ter—with the violent MS-13 gang. Indeed, while an awkward tension persisted, people began to talk, and the conversation became more pregnant with possibility, creat- ing a sort of bridge between us. Suddenly the border meant nothing. Indeed, the very conversation challenged not only the militarized bor- ders imposed between us, but also the way they suffocate debate and discourse. We could feel, as the profound Nigerian thinker and writer Bayo Akomolafe would say, the composting of such notions. With the awkwardness came something else: an understanding that how things are named, acknowledged, and funded were choices that perpetuate unjust realities and preventable suffering. Change is also a choice, and to drive it, we need new language, one that acknowledges and asserts a sovereignty and solidarity greater than any wall. By committing to such choices, we enter what Akomolafe calls the sanctuary . In conversations with me from his home in India, Akomolafe explained the difference between refuge and sanctuary. Refuge is a place where you can be safe, where safety is the goal. Sanctuary, however, is an “invitation to lose shape, to become something dif- ferent.” The shelter that night in Mexico felt like it was hovering in between those two spaces. As a Nigerian immigrant living in India, Akomolafe recounted how the reality of borders and the nation-state had become a deep part of his intimate family life. His wife’s father was Nigerian, and her mother Indian, Iranian, and English. “My children,” he told me, “carry borders marked with the fingerprints of the nation-state.” Akomolafe also told me that for him, entering the United States was often “trauma-inducing,” and that every airport is also a border, a biopolitical machine that brands bodies like cattle. He told me that borders for him have always been “assemblages of violence,” and for this reason, his work has been an attempt to “transgress them.” The title of his gorgeously written book, These Wilds Beyond Our Fences , underscores this. What kind of raw and beautiful world lies beyond the fences and walls that confine not just our bodies, but also our imagination, our speech, our very humanity? The possibilities of such a world have yet to be fully imagined. Sanctuary, says Akomolafe, is closely allied with the concept of “fugitivity,” a “transgression of the plantation, borders, and the character of the nation-state, which smacks of criminality.” I couldn’t help but think of the sanctuary movement of the 1980s, and how its members consciously broke the law. At first pastors, parishioners, and nuns drove the cross-border movement, but as their civil disobedience ethically inspired others, universities and entire cities—sanctuary cities—rose up in resistance to the U.S. laws prohibiting people like Juan Carlos from being in our country. Today’s sanctuary movement again offers safe space for dig- nified residence, especially for those who fear deportation and forced separation from their families. To Akomolafe’s point, sanctuary is a place where ethical rules and human rights tran- scend and transgress those of the nation-state and corporate economy. But sanctuary is also a sovereign zone of wilderness and imagination beyond walls and fences, where you could steal away into “places that are not yet there, not yet dawned, not yet built, places where failure meets success…amniotic places that are still emerging.” Seen in this context, perhaps one could reframe the woman’s question to us as How can we work together? How can we build a new world together? To continue beyond the awkward pause that followed her question was to walk beyond our own failures, to feel our preconceived notions steam in the compost, and to understand that so many voices—like those of the people before us in the shelter—cannot be left out of the discussion again. Another man from the back of the chapel asked us: “Why is it so hard for us and so easy for you to cross the border?” There was another pause while we contemplated our own mobility in contrast to the violence of civilization’s heavily policed boundaries upon the people in front of us, enforcing divisions of class, race, and in some places, religion. Again there was silence, the only sound the traffic in the Nogales night outside the chapel. “Did Mexican officials,” the man continued, “ask you for papers when you crossed the border?” One student answered no, and it came out rather reluctantly, almost as if she wished they had. When another man began to speak, he told the group that English was his stronger language. Like many, he had come to the United States at a young age. He lived there for many decades, was married, had a child, and owned a business. As he talked, he leaned forward in his chair and spoke with an earnest tone. His expulsion from the U.S. was so fresh that he still had unhealed gashes where the handcuffs had cut into his wrists. But those were the least of his worries. “Will I ever see my child again?” he asked the group, unable to hide his tears. The woman in the front row asked again: “What benefit does your presence bring us?” In a way, this book is a response to that question even being voiced, a response to how walls and borders have had catastrophic consequences for the people in the shelter, and how they have become alienating and internalized for many people like us in the United States. The sanctuary, Akomolafe says, is not a “vocation of establish- ing manifestos” but rather a “politics of incapacitation, a politics of composting, a politics of falling apart, and I say this as not some- thing to fear, or something that is bad.” The immigration and bor- der apparatus is not “broken” and it does not need to be “fixed.” Rather it needs to be incapacitated, it needs to fall apart, it needs to be placed into the fertile compost whe... Read more