The promised land remains elusive for asylum seekers

I have crossed the border with ease more times than I can count. Nothing I have done in my life, except for the accident of being born, has given me this ability. I am the daughter of a refugee, a first-generation American. Since 2020, I have traveled along the U.S.-Mexico border, volunteering with various humanitarian aid organizations. Armed with my 8×10 large-format camera, I have seen every landscape this man-made line runs through and lived in community with those waiting for asylum in shelters in Mexico.