Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Mem Fox is a children's author. If you have a little one, or need a good gift for a little one, my all-time favorite book of hers is Time For Bed. It is, above all, gentle. ("It's time for bed, little calf, little calf. What happened today that made you laugh?") I just pulled a copy off my kiddo's shelf and was hit with a wage of nostalgia for his little toddler body in my arms as I read him a good-night story.
As Kevin noted earlier this week, Mem Fox was subject to intense secondary screening during a recent visit to the United States. She has now published a first-person account of her ordeal with The Guardian. It's a chilling read, and I strongly commend it to you.
Her account is rich with detail about the room she was sent to for secondary screening, the fellow migrants waiting for questioning, and their treatment by CBP. "[T]his is not the way to win friends," she writes.
They made me feel like such a crushed, mashed, hopeless old lady and I am a feisty, strong, articulated English speaker. I kept thinking that if this were happening to me, a person who is white, articulate, educated and fluent in English, what on earth is happening to people who don’t have my power?
It would be excellent reading for a segment on admission procedure.