The women are brown and black. They wear navy blue scrubs. Most have navy-colored canvass shoes on, but some wear bright orange plastic shower sandals. They’re in their 20s and 30s, except for a few with long grey hair. They are neat and clean. A few wear white plastic rosaries around their necks.
The facility is a two-hour drive east of San Diego on Interstate 8. It’s in the Calexico desert. There are no trees or green for as far as the eye can see — just lots of grey rock and brown earth. Metal fencing topped with barbed wire surrounds the building. The parking lot is mostly empty. The sun burns the sidewalk and the few cacti that dare to dot the landscape.
Inside it’s clean and tidy. There is no smell. There is no noise. [Read more…]