Detained at the border? Not just today; not just folks of color. Many years ago, Marash Girl and Marash Boy were detained at the border -- at the border between the United States and Canada. Why? We never knew. All we knew was that we were shuffled into a room, asked to sit (which we did), and left in that room for hours. Never another human contact until 5 hours laer, when they let us out of the room and back to our car. We were allowed to cross the border . . . into Canada. And had no problem returning a week later. Why?
We were never told why. Was it our name? (Marash Girl? Really? What a threatening name!) Our looks? Certainly not Marash Girl's looks! Perhaps Marash Boy's looks! Was it our dress? Our luggage?
We never learned. We were simply glad to be let out of that room!