Life on the California border: the spectre of deportation never goes away

As Dreamers, we face constant uncertainty about our fate. But we also have faith in people of conscience to defeat the worst of what Trump has proposed

I was born in Mexico City, but I have lived just a few miles north of the Mexican border in San Diego for nearly 20 years. But the area between the part of the city where I was raised and the country I was born in is nearly off-limits to my family and I because of our immigration status.

Driving to the mall in San Ysidro (in the southernmost part of San Diego), or visiting the nearby city of Chula Vista for my mom’s job was always a risk because of border patrol presence.

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