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npr:

These days it seems like there’s always a new story on immigration. To help you keep up, here’s a recap of NPR’s immigration coverage from April 2014 to present.

Unaccompanied minors began arriving at the border in record numbers this year. Hundreds of planned anti-illegal immigration protests this weekend follow on the heels of isolated uprisings in Lawrenceville, Virginia and Murietta, California. These protesters attempted to block immigrant children from reaching detention centers. As lawmakers started the conversation on what can be done, NPR talked to legal experts about how the system deals with underage migrants and the 2008 law that is slowing down the process. We also went to the source, hearing an on-the-ground look from Honduras at how gang violence drives the surge and investigating the particular challenges Mayan immigrants face. Tell Me More picked up the story in Brownsville, Arizona with a look inside an immigrant detention center.

Last week’s exclusive interview with R. Gil Kerlikowske, the new Customs and Border Protection commissioner, shed some light on how the border patrol addresses its agents’ use of deadly force. The border patrol-use of force story goes back to at least 2010, when 14-year-old Sergio Adrian Hernandez was shot by a U.S. border patrol agent while standing in Mexico. In July, a federal appeals court found that Hernandez can claim constitutional protection. The border patrol’s use of force policies have been getting an overhaul, with the publishing of the official policy and the firing of Internal Affairs Chief James Tomsheck.

In Washington, Scott Horsley and Ailsa Chang reported on Obama’s request for funding to address the border crisis. House Republicans countered Obama’s proposal with their own ideas, and Mara Liasson told us that some funding will probably get approved, just not $3.7 billion. Meanwhile, a complete overhaul of the immigration system becomes a pipe dream, especially after Eric Cantor’s primary defeat.

And in other news…A Republican proposal to grant residency in exchange for military service, and a discouraging Supreme Court verdict for some 20-year-old immigrants with pending visa applications. Representative Pete Gallego from Texas gave us a first-hand look at the border crisis in his district, and relics of St. Toribio Romo, the patron saint of immigrants, paid a visit to southern California churches.

Images: Getty Images, Kainaz Amaria/NPR, Hansi Lo Wang/NPR

A special thanks to Solvejg Wastvedt at NPR West for putting this together!

– Alexander

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Well this perfectly coincides with me needing a job. 

Bahahahaha ok, too. 

Bahahahaha ok, too. 

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Cop:Have you been drinking?
Me:I been drankin'
Cop:Surfbort
Me:Surfbort

peacecorps:

We’ve just announced historic changes to our application and selection process! Get started here http://1.usa.gov/WeLKpY

Number 3 doe.

lolmythesis:

Early Modern History, University of York

"Intestinal worms as social objects in early modern England."

Yup.

Seriously so jealous of the new application.

Seriously so jealous of the new application.

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catherinelampi23:

Ginger Does the Campo: Round 1

My mom came to El Salvador with few expectations, not knowing what to expect and using my blog (and Facebook posts about tarantulas) as her guide to life in El Salvador. Her final impression- words and photos can only do so much justice to the life of a PCV and the reality of the communities we work in. I tried to ease her into the impending culture shock; we spent her first night in a hotel, enjoyed take-out with my two PCV soul sisters Aisha and Emily and lounged in the air conditioning. Her first night impression: This isn’t so bad.

We hit the road the next morning, leaving behind the hot water and Wi-Fi for bucket baths and Spanish. Our first stop was 7 de Marzo, the community where I lived during our 10 week training, to see my first host family and the puppy I had left behind. For those of you who have never traveled to Nuevo Cuscatlán let me set the scene. The drive up is lined with gated communities, beautiful houses in the hills guarded by machine guns and barbed wire. Shopping centers, nice cars, and the newly designed, very modern Nuevo Cuscatlán logo line the streets. It is a very deceptive image. My mom later told me, the whole way she was thinking “this isn’t so bad, what was Catherine complaining about”. Then you hit the pueblo, and the view changes dramatically. You are hit with a wave of stray dogs, bollos, street food and barred windows. Graffiti, loud music and trash; tin roofs, adobe houses and dirt roads. Too me, these sites were all a welcome home, I recognized the people, spotted my favorite tienda, but to my mom, the separation between the rich and the rest was immediately apparent. My mom was sitting silently in shock as we pulled up to my training site. Too me it was all the same, the only noticeable difference was that my puppy was now the size of a small horse. With no Spanish language skills, she put on the best Iamnotscaredoutofmymind smile and hugged all the family members and neighbors who were gawking at us, stepped into the compound and just like that her adventure had begun.  

If you can remember the stories and pictures from my first months here, you will recall that I was not living in luxury. I was a scared, non-Spanish speaking gringa thrown into a house with a bunch of curious, non-English speaking Salvadorans. My mom was in the same boat. She had me, but, after 7 months, my host mom was not giving me much opportunity to speak English. I wasn’t doing her much good. She sat, smiled and responded to every jumble of Spanish with a smile and “Si”, just as I had done so many months prior. We sat outside and watched the boys play guitar, ate, snacked and ate again (food is love in El Salvador) while Christina and I caught up on all the chambre and she filled me in on all the new merchandise in the tienda. It was if nothing had changed, besides the fact that we could actually communicate. If anyone is looking for a boost in your secondary language ego, I recommend a trip home to your training community, where everyone will “ohhh” and “ahhh” over the fact that you are no longer speaking at a second grade level. It was a strange feeling to be in the house and not be the one completely lost in the translation. My mom had the opportunity to understand what my first weeks in country were like. Christina, being the chatterbox that she is, assumed that the more activities and conversation there was, the faster my mom would learn. I must applaud her efforts, and now understand why I learned so much Spanish in her house. She wants to know where you where, who you saw, what you did, ALL THE TIME. She wants the scoop and she will patiently sit through broken Spanish to get the story. Who knew all those hours spent at her table with pan dulce and coffee was actually Spanish Class Round 2.

Along with the culture shock, 7 de Marzo provided my mom with her introduction to platos tipicos from El Salvador. After her first sleepless night she woke up bright and early to prepare and enjoy pupusas. Pupusas, the pride and joy of Salvadoran cuisine, are, in simple terms, a tortilla filed with cheese, beans, chicken, garlic, etc. Best eaten with cortido and salsa negro, they can be enjoyed morning or night, with a cold beer or a cup of coffee. There is even a song dedicated to the pupusas and how much we all love them. My mom gave them 1.5 out of 5 stars. We were off to a rocky start. That afternoon, while I suffered through a parasite, she was left to fend for herself, and tasted Christina’s chicken soup (3 stars) tortillas (negative 5 stars) and tamales (4 stars). Needless to say, she was looking forward to a change in the menu, and hoping to never see a tortilla again.

My mom was a real trooper, she adopted the attitude that got me through training, which is forcing yourself to laugh at the bad, because you cant change it. Cockroaches covering the latrine, pee outside. Don’t understand anything that is going on, smile and nod. She did a great job pretending to like all the food she was given, and ignore the giant beetles and bird poop.

After her first nights in the campo, the Final Verdict was : I give you all the credit in the world.  

Woooo Cati got a reblog!

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I should learn to play the bouzouki.

I want a soft serve ice cream cone. Twist.

I didn’t do a damn thing all day. 

Just ate an entire box of Kraft Mac’n’Cheese and it was heavenly. 

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I miss my grad school friend.

I miss my grad school friend.

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newyorker:

A cartoon by Farley Katz. For more cartoons from the magazine this week: http://nyr.kr/1qcNPgA

newyorker:

A cartoon by Farley Katz. For more cartoons from the magazine this week: http://nyr.kr/1qcNPgA

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