Matt Cameron

On a Tuesday earlier this month, I walked out of jail and drove until my car ran out of gas and died a mile from my house in a crowded Boston intersection. This happened not for lack of access to fuel or money to buy it with—or even because I had failed to notice that the gas ...

The small plaza outside El Chaparral is, for many migrants, the closest they’ll ever stand to American soil.

Feeding children to the deportation machine

DACA was no DREAM. It was, at best, one of those restless afternoon naps one sometimes takes on a bad day hoping to wake up to something better.

On a chilly October morning, hours before sunrise, armed agents of an enormous, unaccountable government agency dragged a terrified teenager from his home, handcuffed his wrists and ankles, and transported him to a holding cell to begin a period of indefinite detention. It was a ...

I had always hoped, our nation’s first President wrote to one of its first refugees, “that this land might— become a safe and agreeable Asylum to the virtuous and persecuted part of mankind, to whatever nation they might belong.” It was 1787 and François Van der Kemp, ...