By Martin J. Siegel
On a June afternoon six years ago, hard by one of the bridges linking El Paso and Juarez, Sergio Hernandez was playing a game Mexican kids like him had loved for years. They dared each other to run down and then up the dry culvert that used to be the Rio Grande, touch the American barbed wire fence, and sprint back. This time, though, things went wrong.
A U.S. Customs and Baorder Patrol (CBP) agent appeared from nowhere a...
To continue reading, please subscribe.
For only $95 a month (the price of 2 article purchases)
Receive unlimited article access and full access to our archives,
Daily Appellate Report, award winning columns, and our
Verdicts and Settlements.
Or
$795 for an entire year!
For only $95 a month (the price of 2 article purchases)
Receive unlimited article access and full access to our archives,
Daily Appellate Report, award winning columns, and our
Verdicts and Settlements.
Or
$795 for an entire year!
Or access this article for $45
(Purchase provides 7-day access to this article. Printing, posting or downloading is not allowed.)
Already a subscriber?
Sign In