Quotes About Border

Some of those people ended up in the maquiladoras

It is rare in Mexico to meet someone who has no family connection to the US.

just ten steps from one country to the other, a door in the wall

Thousands of Mexicans, all with visas or US passports, crossed the border daily to work or shop in El Paso.

in 1990, a fifteen-year-old boy was climbing the fence, and when he got to the top, a Border Patrol agent shot him. He fell back onto the Mexico side and he died.

Their businesses were among the approximately sixty dental practices here, mainly concentrated in a three-block area, all within easy walking distance of the border gate.

On that first visit, Nogales seemed to me a border town trying to save itself, and I thought succeeding. Walking in the city, I was struck by the distinct air of foreignness mingled with a pleasing ordinariness

But curious to see the fence, I drove to the Rio Grande Valley, south to Harlingen, over to McAllen, and down Twenty-Third Street to International Boulevard and the frontier at Hidalgo, where the thing was obvious, ugly, and unambiguous.

In an uncommon move, a young US Border Patrol officer in El Paso, Francisco Cantú, disenchanted with his job, quit to become an activist on border abuses.

Perhaps it was working; side by side, Douglas (a town that had lost its industries) and Agua Prieta (a town that had gained many factories) stood out as the safest and most serene towns I saw in the whole of my traverse of the border.

And President Clinton's success in concluding the NAFTA accord meant that American manufacturing slid into Mexico, crossing the border but not descending very far. In fact, it seemed to be a rule that these companies were determined to stay within hailing distance of the United States, a few minutes' drive for their products to be shipped over the border. Most American factories in Mexico were visible from the US.

on the border itself, the US immigration officer answered one of my questions by saying, "I have no idea. I don't have a clue. I have never been there"—and raised his blue arm and the yellow nail of his hairy finger to point across fifty feet of sunny road to Mexico.

I decided to drive straight to Tijuana to make a slow, uninterrupted traverse of the entire frontera, a road trip from west to east, San Ysidro, California, to Brownsville, Texas, which was also Tijuana to Matamoros, zigzagging from the United States to Mexico and back, from one border town to the other.

Those of Nogales, Sonora, are not so lucky. They live in a different world shaped by different institutions. These different institutions create very disparate incentives for the inhabitants of the two Nogaleses and for the entrepreneurs and businesses willing to invest there. These incentives created by the different institutions of the Nogaleses and the countries in which they are situated are the main reason for the differences in economic prosperity on the two sides of the border.

The reason that Nogales, Arizona, is much richer than Nogales, Sonora, is simple; it is because of the very different institutions on the two sides of the border, which create very different incentives for the inhabitants of Nogales, Arizona, versus Nogales, Sonora.

Let's secure the border, figure out who is here illegally, and offer them a pathway to citizenship. Likewise, let's take in new immigrants in numbers that will help our economy, rather than make them reliant on the citizens who are already here.

a Mexican border town just across the line from Brownsville, Texas, one of the most dangerous places on earth.

He was around where the tree-line bulged herniatically out toward the end of the West Courts' fencing.

If the government would build a good fence and man it properly, we could actually control this border

has also called on Israel to withdraw "from all the occupied Arab lands back to the June 4, 1967 border." Putin has also stressed the necessity of a complete Israeli withdrawal from Golan Heights. Growing anti-Semitism

If he turned and ran, the border would follow, and the moment he turned around, there, one step behind him would be Mexico, staring him down with those eyes -

What is the nature of the border between truth and lies? It is permeable and blurred because it is planted thick with rumour, confabulation, misunderstandings and twisted tales. Truth can break the gates down, truth can howl in the street; unless truth is pleasing, personable and easy to like, she is condemned to stay whimpering at the back door.

I look like a watermelon with a great slice hacked out. I say to myself, it's just another border post on the frontier between medicine and greengrocery; growths and tumour seem always to be described as "the size of a plum" or "the size of a grapefruit".

Man is perhaps half mind and half matter in the same way as the polyp is half plant and half animal. The strangest creatures are always found on the border lines of species.