Abby Martin: The Empire’s Border: A Policy of Death, Part 1

No more deaths

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Dandelion Salad

with Abby Martin

teleSUR English on Jan 31, 2016

Along the southern border of the United States is a graveyard, where hundreds upon hundreds of human remains are waiting to be found in the sand. They are teenagers, mothers and spouses walking the only path available to them—away from poverty and violence: towards their families, the only place safer and easier to eat. In Part 1 of this two-part series, Abby Martin reveals a catastrophe at the Empire’s gates; not only a shockingly high body count, but a humanitarian crisis manufactured by the U.S. government. Sinister tactics, a for-profit prison pipeline, and a court system that looks more like a slave auction than a trial await those who survive.

Join The Empire Files on-location to learn how Border Patrol has turned land into a weapon, to take the lives of our most vulnerable neighbors.

from the archives:

Abby Martin: The Empire’s Border: A Hidden War, Part 2

Immigrants for Sale

Playing Political Games With Immigrant Lives by Milina Jovanović

9500 Liberty (2009)

Immigration, A Perennial Issue Of Concern In The U.S. by Brian McAfee

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5 thoughts on “Abby Martin: The Empire’s Border: A Policy of Death, Part 1

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  4. The nightmare continues. One does not have to be a proponent of biblical morality to be appalled at the criminal vulgarity of this atrocious injustice.

    The USA is really a sick institution. The rest of the world is slowly beginning to grow out of its mesmeric fascination with its commodity gew-gaws and gimmicky glitz.

    The paltry gilt is well and truly wearing off the genetically-modified American gingerbread. What is revealed is a despicable phantom, a barbie-doll fetish, some kind of racist hoodoo. a faux-relic of pseudo-civilization masquerading as authentic, and cruelly reminiscent of Geronimo’s stolen skull, strutting about ostentatiously aloft the swaggering plastic bones of psychopathic “law enforcement.”

    Sick and sickening.

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