Aug 2, 2017 By Chris Togneri
The sun has not risen when hundreds of people gather before the barbed-wire fence. Some have been here for days. Entire families packed into small cars and drove here from all over the country. Many set up tents; those without tents slept slumped over in their cars or on blankets on the ground.
Now they hold pieces of paper with printed numbers, praying that theirs is low enough to ensure entry. They have traveled too far and endured too much to be denied. Elderly people in wheel chairs, young adults with babies in their arms, toddlers clinging to their parents’ legs—all stare beyond the fence at floodlights illuminating old wooden…
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