A Mother, Separated From Her Children at The Border, Comes Home

08/05/2021 A Mother, Separated from Her Children at the Border, Comes Home | The New Yorker
Annals of Immigration
A Mother, Separated from

Her Children at the
Border, Comes Home
The Biden Administration has begun an ambitious effort to
reunite more than a thousand families torn apart by Trump.
By Jonathan Blitzer
May 5, 2021
The rst family-reuni cation of the Biden era brought Mino, left, and his brother Erick back together
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with their mother, Keldy Mabel Gonzáles Brebe de Zúniga. Photographs by Hannah Yoon for The New Yorker
F
or the past two years, Keldy Mabel Gonzáles Brebe de Zúniga kept a daily ritual. Rising before
dawn, she’d walk toward the border in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, where four bridges lead into El
Paso, and visualize herself on the other side. She’s a religious woman known to friends, family, and
acquaintances as la pastora, or the pastor. In Juárez, she devoted herself to the city’s population of
migrants. Recently deported families would call her with the rough coördinates of where they were—
highway mile markers, descriptions of intersections—and Gonzáles Brebe would take a taxi and bring
them to someplace they could sleep. At migrant shelters, she was a regular presence, delivering sermons
and benedictions. But each morning, standing within sight of one of the bridges, she made time to say
a prayer for herself. She prayed that the border would open for a moment, just long enough so that she
could nally see her children.
The last time that she had was in the fall of 2017. Her family, eeing Honduras, had scattered across
the continent. Gonzáles Brebe’s husband and oldest son, who was eighteen, had already crossed into
the U.S. Her mother and niece were in Tapachula, Mexico, near the Guatemalan border. Gonzáles
Brebe and her two middle sons, who were thirteen and fteen, attempted the nal leg of the journey
together. It was around noon, on a hot day in September, when they agged down a Border Patrol
cruiser in the New Mexico desert. They planned to turn themselves in and apply for asylum. A day and
a half later, at a holding cell in Deming, thirty- ve miles north of the border, agents took her away in
handcuffs, to prosecute her for the misdemeanor crime of illegal entry. Her boys screamed and cried;
she still remembers the feel of their hands grasping at her clothes. The government assumed custody of
her children and moved them to a shelter for minors who’d come to the U.S. alone.
Outside of a small circle of government officials, virtually no one knew that an experiment was under
way. Along a two-hundred-and-sixty-mile stretch of the border around El Paso, the Trump
Administration was testing what would become its zero-tolerance policy. The idea was to send a
message—by criminally prosecuting immigrants for entering the country unlawfully, and, in the
process, by splitting apart parents and children who were travelling together. Gonzáles Brebe and her
boys were among the rst families to be separated. By the time a federal judge in California ordered the
Trump Administration to reunite the families, in June, 2018, more than two thousand other cases had
been documented. Gonzáles Brebe’s boys had been released to their aunt, in Philadelphia. She
remained stuck in an Immigration and Customs Enforcement detention facility in El Paso. Lawyers at
a local nonpro t, Las Americas Immigrant Advocacy Center, led petitions to delay her deportation,
but it was too late. On January 24, 2019, the government ew her to San Pedro Sula, Honduras.
Within days, she was making her way north once more, through Guatemala and into Mexico. Her
mother and niece were now living in the U.S., too. She was the only one left in limbo.
Three weeks ago, Gonzáles Brebe received a text message from Linda Corchado, her immigration
attorney in El Paso. In February, Joe Biden had signed an executive order to create a federal task force
charged with reunifying families that had been separated under Trump’s zero-tolerance policy. The
details of how the order might affect Gonzáles Brebe’s case weren’t yet clear. But government sources
were telling Corchado that the reuni cation process could begin before the fall. A week later, Corchado
sent another message: “Keldy, do you know where you can get passport photos taken in Juárez?” The
next series of messages came faster; Corchado was receiving more information from the Department of
Homeland Security. Gonzáles Brebe was sitting in her room one morning, shortly after returning from
the bridge, when Corchado texted a date and time: Gonzáles Brebe was scheduled to cross into El Paso
on Tuesday, May 4th, at eight in the morning.
“Something different is passing over me now,” Gonzáles Brebe told me. We were speaking through
audio memos on Facebook Messenger. I’ve known her for three years, and have visited her in U.S.
detention and also in Tapachula, where she lived for several months. But hearing her now felt like I was
listening to someone else. Her voice was clearer and brighter. She’s only thirty-seven years old, and, for
the rst time in dozens of hours of conversation, she sounded like it. “I’m returned to life,” she said.
Still, she was nervous that something might go wrong, and decided not to share the news with her
children. Instead, she texted her niece a video from the Juárez side of the Paso del Norte bridge.
“Blessings to you,” she began, barely suppressing a smile. She was wearing tinted glasses and a gray-
black-and-white-checkered annel shirt. Her hair, freshly cut, whipped in the wind. “I’m going over
there,” she said. “I’m going all the way up until I’ll be with my children.” Then she swore her niece to
secrecy. If the international bridges connecting Juárez to El Paso were a symbol of hope, they were also
a reminder of the greatest trauma of her life. Waiting on the American side were agents from Customs
and Border Protection. At one point, she texted Corchado, “They’re not going to set a trap for me, are
they?”
Gonzáles Brebe, thirty-seven, walks out of the Philadelphia International Airport, on Tuesday.
Gonzáles Brebe hugs her nephew, Fredy Fernandez, at the Philadelphia International Airport.
G
onzáles Brebe had many reasons for harboring doubts. When she and her children were rst
taken into custody, an agent told them they would all be released; after they were separated,
another reassured her that they’d only be apart for a week. Gonzáles Brebe had come to the U.S. with
news clippings, official complaints, police reports, and notarized documents attesting to why she had to
ee Honduras. Local hitmen had killed four of her brothers. She had witnessed the last murder, in
2012, and testi ed against the killers in open court. Ensuing threats forced her family into hiding for
the next ve years. Two weeks after she and her sons were arrested in New Mexico, an asylum officer
from Citizenship and Immigration Services conducted a preliminary screening of her case, which
Gonzáles Brebe passed. But another seven months went by before a judge gave her a full hearing. On
May 21, 2018, he rejected her claim; according to Gonzáles Brebe, the proceedings lasted an hour. She
stood alone, without a lawyer. At no point was she able to share evidence in her defense. Only later did
she learn that this particular judge rejected roughly ninety per cent of all the asylum cases that came
before him.
A few weeks later, at the El Paso facility, she typed out a plea to an official who was in charge of
overseeing the timing and paperwork of her eventual deportation. “Señor deportador,” she began. “The
judge has denied my asylum claim because he says I don’t have evidence and that I’m lying.” Nearly
nine months without her children, she said, was making her ill, and each day she was “getting worse.”
She printed out the letter, and then, with a pen, drew a circle around two sentences, for emphasis:
“What is it that you all need for someone to get asylum? Do I have to come here injured or dead?”
Because Gonzáles Brebe had been one of the rst mothers to be separated under the Trump
Administration, she wasn’t just a victim of the policy but also a singular witness to its accumulating
horrors. Through the spring and summer of 2018, as more grieving mothers arrived in the facility,
Gonzáles Brebe began taking down the names of those in her unit. The columns were neatly ordered
on loose sheets of paper, the penmanship crisp and careful. Her plan was to mail the list out to lawyers,
staffers, and public officials who might be able to help. As word got around that Gonzáles Brebe
was amassing the list, women from other units made contact with her. There were sly handoffs of
information in the hallways and in the cafeteria. By the time we met, in June 2018, there were twenty
mothers on the list and counting, and lawyers at Las Americas had begun to use it to locate clients. “I
came here thinking I was going to see my children,” she told me that summer. “That’s what I was told,
and the other mothers thought so, too. Everyone thought that. It was a lie. I nally realized that no one
was going to help us nd our kids.”
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A Long-Awaited Embrace at a Migrant Family’s
Reunification
Gonzáles Brebe’s emotional reunion with her family in Philadelphia.
A
n hour and a half before she was due at the bridge, on Tuesday, Gonzáles Brebe began wheeling
two suitcases to the border. Corchado was meeting her on the Mexican side, so that they could
cross together. Biden’s task force had made arrangements for the exchange to go smoothly. Gonzáles
Brebe was entering the U.S. with a special status known as humanitarian parole, which will grant her
work authorization and a reprieve from deportation for three years. A minute before eight o’clock, she
took her rst steps in El Paso, which Corchado captured with a photograph. Gonzáles Brebe posed for
the camera, twirling in a blue dress and black shoes, with her arms outstretched to the sky.
Three other separated parents are travelling to the U.S. this week to be with their children, the rst of
hundreds of reuni cations that the Biden Administration plans to orchestrate over the next several
months. According to Michelle Brané, the executive director of the task force, more than a thousand
families remain separated. The Administration, she said, “is in the process of reviewing additional les
to determine if there are more.” By the end of Trump’s Presidency, some fty- ve hundred children
were thought to be separated from their parents at the border. That number is known because of a
lawsuit led by the A.C.L.U., but it’s still not de nitive, because Trump officials failed to keep
comprehensive and accurate records. “Finding every family and giving them an option to reunite and
heal from this process is our mandate,” Brané told me. “There are many logistical issues to address.”
This week’s group of parents was relatively easy to coördinate; all four of them were already in northern
Mexico and had lawyers who could assist with their crossings. Gonzáles Brebe was the rst among
them to make it across the border.
The rest of her day was spent in transit—a plane to Dallas, a connecting ight to Philadelphia. When
she touched down, just after seven o’clock in the evening, the husband of one of her nieces, a large,
gregarious man named Fredy, came to get her in a black pickup truck. Gonzáles Brebe wanted to
surprise her sons, but she needed an excuse to get the whole family together without creating suspicion.
A team of Australian documentarians, whom Gonzáles Brebe had met in Juárez, would be on hand.
Fredy and his wife, Viviana, who was also in on the secret, told everyone that the journalists were part
of a news crew that would be conducting interviews about Gonzáles Brebe’s legal case. The family,
which included more than a dozen people—Gonzáles Brebe’s mother, her three sons, her two sisters,
their children and grandchildren, those children’s spouses—had made posters ahead of time, some with
words of encouragement (“We miss and love you”) and others with a message for President Biden
(“We’re asking that you help”).
Mino, left, and Erick stand together after reuniting with their mother.
By the time Gonzáles Brebe was collecting her suitcases at the airport, the family was gathering at
Freddy and Viviana’s place, a small brick row house in northern Philadelphia. The lm crew came
through the door just after eight. Tucked behind them was Gonzáles Brebe. There were fteen people
crowded in the front of the house. For a full second after Gonzáles Brebe emerged, there was silence.
Then, a jolt, less a sound than a low rumble, as Gonzáles Brebe’s sons rushed to her. Her sisters and
nieces collapsed in on them. Gonzáles Brebe disappeared from view, the circle of family members
tightening around her. Someone turned up a Christian-rock song on a speaker system. In the split
seconds when Gonzáles Brebe’s sons readjusted their grip around their mother, I caught glimpses of
their faces, soaked in tears and ushed a deep red. Gonzáles Brebe’s mother, a thin, frail woman, held
her arms up to the ceiling like someone at a revival meeting. The volume of the music was so high that
the room was both loud and strangely still. Then, the speakers cut out, and the house lled with the
sound of Gonzáles Brebe and her three children wailing.
S
tanding on the fringes of the group, near the door, was Lee Gelernt, the lead litigator in the class-
action lawsuit brought by the A.C.L.U. on behalf of separated families. He’d come from New
York to congratulate Gonzáles Brebe and her children. The lawsuit, which Gelernt and his colleagues
rst led in February, 2018, is at the center of the Biden Administration’s reuni cation effort, and the
government and the A.C.L.U. are in the midst of settlement negotiations over what these parents
deserve going forward. “I’ve been doing this since 2017, and I don’t see it ending very soon,” Gelernt
told me. “Like all big civil-rights cases, it ultimately comes down to a long grind.”
Possible forms of restitution—beyond securing parole and making travel arrangements—include access
to medical and mental-health services and possible nancial compensation. But the most important
question is whether the separated families will receive permanent legal status. The parole that Gonzáles
Brebe has received can be renewed after three years, but, as a form of protection, it’s provisional. What
she needs now is a pathway to a green card.
There seem to be signs that the Biden Administration is taking the settlement negotiations seriously.
On Tuesday, the Secretary of Homeland Security, Alejandro Mayorkas, told me that this week’s
reuni cations were “a source of pride, because it’s just the beginning.” I was struck, while we talked,
that he kept referring to the separated parents and their children as “victims.” The implication was that
the previous Administration had deliberately mistreated them, which raised questions of redress. “We
recognize that we need to do more, that humanitarian parole does not provide a stable basis to remain
in the U.S. for an extended period of time,” he said. “We’re looking at the legal authorities that we
have.”
On Tuesday night, at the house in Philadelphia, future legal issues were, for the time being, a distant
concern. The mood gradually loosened, and food started to come out of the kitchen. A dining table
lled with large platters of rice and beans, carne asada, pico de gallo, and cups of horchata. Gonzáles
Brebe and her sons sat around the table, laughing and sharing photos on their phones. A toddler fell
asleep on the couch; the older kids drifted to the porch. Someone rolled out what looked like a birthday
cake with the words “Welcome Home” written in icing.
Gonzáles Brebe with her family members in Philadelphia, on Tuesday.
Gonzáles Brebe’s oldest son, Alex, quietly took it all in. He’s the most stoic of her children, short and
stocky, with watchful eyes. In the summer of 2019, with his mother stuck in Mexico, he went to family
court with his two younger brothers to le a petition to become their guardian. At the time, the two
younger boys were living with their aunt, and the nancial strain on her was becoming unsustainable.
Alex was working multiple jobs, and brought his brothers to live with him. But, in order for him to
qualify as their guardian, all three of them had to testify that their parents were out of the picture, and
that Gonzáles Brebe was “unable” to care for them. In Philadelphia, on Tuesday, as the night wore on,
Alex kept up his usual reserve, but a look of relief had settled on his face. At one point, Gonzáles Brebe
took him aside. “Thank you for everything you did for your brothers,” she said. “I’m so proud of you.”
Jonathan Blitzer is a staff writer at The New Yorker.
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