As a newly-minted lawyer several years ago, many of my first clients were Jamaican citizens who had spent many years in the United States, usually as lawful permanent residents. Caught up in heavy-handed policing of illicit drugs, they were caught along the Northeast and transported to remote immigration prisons in South Texas. That’s where I met them.
I have learned a lot since then, but the experience of representing clients locked up for nothing more than potentially violating immigration law has stayed with me. This week is the perfect opportunity to give thanks for the great privilege I have to help people live full lives. And to remind myself of all that I have to fight for.