near border

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Texas hunters accidentally shot each other and falsely blamed it on Mexican immigrants

  • Two men shot in January near the Mexico border in Texas were wounded by “friendly fire” from their hunting parties — not undocumented Mexican immigrants, as one of the men had claimed, according to police.
  • Walker Daugherty and Michael Bryant, guides with Redwing Outfitters, were indicted on charges of using deadly conduct by discharging firearms in the direction of others, San Antonio’s KTSA reported.
  • On Jan. 6, Dougherty, 26, of New Mexico, is believed to have shot Edwin Roberts, a 59-year-old Florida chiropractor who was hunting at a ranch in the border town of Candelaria, Texas. 
  • Daugherty, who was also hunting at the ranch, was apparently shot and wounded by Bryant, a member of his hunting party. Daugherty and Roberts were airlifted from the scene.
  • Daugherty and his fiancee told officers they believed that undocumented immigrants from Mexico were responsible for the shooting.
  • Texas Agriculture Commissioner Sid Miller then used that as “proof” that Trump’s proposed border wall was necessary. The story went viral on the internet and Dougherty raised more than $20,000 on GoFundMe to cover his medical expenses. Read more (2/20/17 1:30)
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Royal Canadian Mounted Police are reporting a flurry of illegal crossings into Canada in recent months. Officials say Quebec province has seen the highest influx of people seeking asylum, with many crossing in snowy, remote areas in northern New York.

One illegal crossing area that has become particularly popular among immigrants is in Champlain, N.Y., in the northeast corner of the state.

At the end of Roxham Road, there’s a big dead end and a “Road Closed” sign — but there’s also a very heavily trafficked, trodden route through the snow that goes over into Canada. From the ditch, the border is about 15 feet away — and the Mounties, the Canadian police, wait on their side for those who will cross the border next.

Migrants Choose Arrest In Canada Over Staying In The U.S.

Photos: Kathleen Masterson/VPR

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17 migrants rescued from blizzard as they attempted to flee the US for Canada

  • Firefighters from Emerson, Canada, were dispatched during a raging blizzard on Wednesday morning to rescue 17 Syrian migrants, including a 1-year-old child and a pregnant woman, who had gotten stranded during an attempt to flee the United States for Canada.
  • The Washington Post reported that temperatures were in the single digits when rescue workers found the migrants huddled in a storage shed on the outskirts of the Manitoba town.
  • More than 200 people have crossed the seldom-patrolled U.S.-Canada border near Emerson since the beginning of 2017, according to the Post. Read more (3/9/17 4:07 PM)
if you live near the Italian border just cross it, stop some guy, offer him a coffee in exchange to use his phone, vote for Gabbani and then come back to Italy
—  italian presenter flavio insinna being smart about voting techniques
Liberty Pt.1

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters:  Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker

Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence.

Word count for this chapter: 1,759 (IM SORRY)

Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.

~

Why are you looking at me like that, dear?” Your father asked, his face bearing confusion.

Oh, do excuse me father, I was.. day dreaming… may I be excused from the dinner table?” Your father gave you a curt nod as you exited the dining hall. Your father was a Governor, therefore you lived in a luxury house, big enough to fit a whole crew of men, you could wonder the premises for hours, but growing up doing just that deemed you bored, trapped even.

Living in Port Royal gave you barely any benefits, indeed, there were beautiful landscapes to be painted, warm sand beaches to be walked upon, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to explore further than the village fences, the harbor docks, into the sea that waved at you, tempting you to come closer, closer. You would give anything to be set free of the corsets and the courtship, to be free to roam the ocean as you please, discovering new places and the thrill of being a…nevermind.

You had heard stories of countless pirates, Captain Tony Stark of the Mighty Veronica, a large ship painted crimson and gold, with white sails and cannons filled with such powerful gunpowder one hit from a three barrel could split another vessel in half. From Captain Rogers, an ex-commodore, to Captain Romanoff with co-Captain Barton, better known as the Hawkeye of the seas due to his skills as a perfect shot with a pistol, you had heard extraordinary things from the men that survived on.

As a little girl, you were brought up by the maids in the household as your mother had died during childbirth. You barely left the god-forsaken island, it was very rare to go on even a short voyage with your father and his men, ’having a woman on board is bad luck.’ and only to return empty handed and deprived of proper contact with the outside world.

You were sheltered and innocent, men of the guard pined after for you since you grew a bust and shed your baby fat, you understood the means of their stares after you asked your chambermaid, Marie, what it meant to be a ‘tight little virgin’ as the men would whisper amongst themselves as you walked by. You knew very well what a kiss was, in fact, you had had a kiss indeed, your dear childhood friend Peter Parker had bestowed a secret kiss upon you on your 16th birthday, underneath the main dock, though there was no 'spark’ on your end, therefore you had to tell him that his feelings were unrequited, he never stopped being your friend, though.

You came to know Peter after you had saved his life, he had been thrown overboard from the ship he had been sailing on, alongside his father, had been blown up from the below deck gunpowder barrels.

“Father, look, a boy!” You had gasped, your father had rushed to your side and bellowed man overboard, a team of men upon the vessel had reeled him in and left him under your charge.

He was handsome, to say the least, as your hand brushed his forehead, he grabbed your wrist-

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I’m watching over you.” You spoke in a hushed tone.

The boy had coughed out a spluttered 'Peter Parker’ before falling unconscious once more.

~

Bucky Barnes was many things, wealthy, handsome, 'built like god himself’ as some women would say as he swaggered past them in the night, also a skilled thief nonetheless. But he was a shell of a man, plagued by the things he witnessed whilst sailing the doldrums of the ocean. As he moored his ship by the docks of Port Royal he briefly tipped the manager and his assistant a shilling each to keep their mouths shut about him and his men, and that his name was Captain William Pintel, he had ordered his crew to change the sails to white before they got anywhere near the border of the island the sails to white so they could conceal their identities.

He had come to trade, to drink, and maybe get a little bit of action for the night before being on his way to Haiti. He was a wanted man, he had liberated slaves when he was not supposed to, and that resulted in him becoming branded a pirate. The brand grew on him, and he became exactly what he was called, he had grown tired of trying to be the perfect man of the sea and broke the code instead, he sought trouble wherever he went and that was his way of living.

Though Port Royal was not a large area, it was densely populated and it was guarded heavily, with men walking around the village with their guns and bayonets. Bucky had his head hung low as he made his way through the crowds with one of his men, Sam, a man of colour whom Bucky had freed alongside the rest of the slaves.

He needed a sword.

~

You looked out of your window to see a dark ship rolling towards Port Royal, you could see the white sails calling to you at your bedroom window. The temptation to leave everything behind was screaming at you, beckoning you to go, liberty was practically screaming your name, bobbing up and down, you needed a disguise, you couldn’t board that bloody ship wearing a dress like this, it would blow your cover.

An idea.

You had hastily run to your kitchen and fetched a satchel and filled it with essentials. you escaped out of your household in seconds towards the blacksmiths, where Peter should be. As you neared the large wooden doors of the building, you peaked through the gap and saw nothing, heard nothing, even. So you pushed open the door, he wasn’t there, you checked in the back room where he stayed; nothing, you rummaged through a small crate and found a pair of trousers and a shirt, you slipped off your dress and underclothes and shoved them under the bed, freeing your hair from its pins and letting it fall loosely on your shoulders and changed into the borrowed clothing..

You left the room feeling a little lighter, but a weight fell onto your shoulders as you realized you needed to tell Peter where you were going, being your best friend, he deserved to know, he didn’t deserve to worry. You grabbed a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink and a quill.


Peter,

I’m sorry but by the time you read this I will be gone, I’m boarding a ship at the dock and never returning, I plan to find a new life, to branch out and roam the world to no end. I hate to leave you behind, I love you very much- the ship is black with white sails, it has a red star on the side also, if you ever need to find me, look for it.

All my love,

Y/N

P.s. Please, don’t tell my father.


You could heard the door begin to open and you legged it to the back door, you didn’t know who it was but you prayed to the gods it wasn’t Peter, it was too soon, and it was easy for him to spot you in a crowd, he would catch you instantly, so you ran.

~

Bucky sauntered into the deserted blacksmiths, he peaked around to see if anyone was in there, but it was silent, he could smell the burnt out coal and could tell it had been deserted for hours, though, he came across a freshly written letter and noticed that his ship was mentioned in said letter. He was aware he was a wanted man, what if this was a trap? What if the company knew he was here? Breadcrumbs, you had accidentally left the first, so he took the affects he needed and ran towards his ship.

A girl upon my ship, this should be interesting… Bucky thought to himself.

As he arrived to the dock he could see the red faced manager run to him, “Captain Pintel!! A girl… has boarded… your ship… Sir!!” He huffed, Bucky pushed him aside and climbed onto his vessel, making sure he was as silent as a mouse.

He looked everywhere, and there was no sign of a girl. None of his crew saw a tresspasser, and begin to move the ship out of the dock on captain’s orders.

~

You tried to still your breathing as you saw the handsome man search upon his ship for the intruder, you were hiding behind a rum barrell as he neared. You could hear his footsteps come to a halt, thinking he had given up, then you felt yourself being yanked up by the collar of your shirt, being pushed again the wall of the ship. His large hand came up and his fingers wrapped around your throat as the other rested against the sword handle on his belt all you could do was stand there.

He was strong, you dared not to move an inch incase he added pressure to the hand on your throat. You mapped his features; dark hair, full lips, tantalizing blue eyes, you realied who this man was, it was Captain James Barnes, the most wanted man on the map, you knew this because you heard stories around the village, from men and women alike.

Well, well, well, what pretty little thing do we have here?” He smirked, bringing a finger to tease one of your locks, “what’s your name, doll?

Y/N Y/L/N, s-sir.” You spluttered, you brought your hands up to try and pry his one off your throat.

Uh-oh.. the Governor’s daughter, hm? Tsk tsk, oh darling, you’re in for a- you shouldn’t dig your nails into my skin, sweetheart, I saw your little letter in the blacksmiths and I won’t hesitate to take you back sweetheart, or maybe… dump you in the middle of the ocean?” He inhaled and tightened his grip around your throat, and narrowed the proximity between both your faces.

Please- Sir I’ll do anything, please just let me come with you.” You hoped he wouldn’t turn out too bad, if he let you stay, but if he didn’t…

Well, miss Y/L/N, welcome aboard the St. Brooklyn…

~

A/N SOOOO that was the first chapter i hope you like it if people want me to continue im gonna need hella motivation!

@i-cannot-escape-this-fandom

The World According to Trump

The starkest difference between dictatorships and democracies is that democracies are ruled by laws, and dictatorships are ruled by dictators.

The “rule of law,” as it’s often referred to, stands for laws that emerge from a process responsive to the majority, that are consistently applied, and are applicable to everyone regardless of their position or power.

Donald Trump doesn’t seem to understand this. Within a matter of days, Trump has bombed Syria and a group of fighters in eastern Afghanistan.

On April 12, Trump authorized the Pentagon to drop a 22,000-pound GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb (MOAB) on people described as “Islamic State forces” in eastern Afghanistan near the Pakistani border.

It’s the first time this bomb – nicknamed the “mother of all bombs,” and the largest air-dropped munition in the U.S. military’s inventory – has ever been used in a combat.

It’s the largest explosive device America has utilized since dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in World War II. (By comparison, U.S. aircraft commonly drop bombs that weigh between 250 to 2,000 pounds.)

Why, exactly? It’s not clear. And what was Trump’s authority to do this? Even less clear.

We still don’t know exactly why Trump bombed Syria. He said it was because Syria’s president, Bashar al-Assad, used chemical weapons on innocent civilians, including children.

But it wasn’t the first time Assad had used chemical weapons. When he did in 2013, Trump counseled against bombing Syria in response.

And where did Trump get the authority to bomb Syria? Assad is a vicious dictator who does terrible things to his people. But U.S. law doesn’t authorize presidents to go to war against vicious dictators who do terrible things to their people.

The Constitution leaves it up to Congress, not the president, to declare war.

In 2014, President Barack Obama began hostilities against the Islamic State, arguing that Congress’s approval of George W. Bush’s wars against Afghanistan in 2001 and Iraq in 2002 provided him sufficient to authority.

Well, maybe. But there’s no way Trump can rely on Congress’s approval of these wars to bomb Syria.

And it’s a stretch to argue that a group claiming or alleged to be connected to ISIS, but located in eastern Afghanistan far away from where ISIS is attempting to establish an Islamic State, is the same as the Islamic State.

In a democracy, the rule of law means that we the people are supposed to be in charge, through our elected representatives in Congress.

It can be a heavy responsibility. It is especially weighty when it comes to warfare, to the destruction and annihilation of human beings.

As Commander-in-Chief, a president is empowered to manage the military might of the nation. But he is not empowered to initiate warfare on his own. That’s our job. 

The world according to Trump is becoming increasingly dangerous, in part because we are not doing our job. 

Adoribull Comic Masterpost

A collection of all the longer Adoribull comics that I’ve uploaded so far. There is angst. So much angst.

A lullaby
Summary: Post-Trespasser. Dorian, Bull and their adopted daughter Fianna live in a little house near the Tevene border. It’s a peaceful life - until that one fateful day.
Warning: Blood, character death
Read it here

Kadan
Summary: The first time that Bull calls Dorian Kadan. But it’s surely not the last time.
Warning: Blood, injury, nudity, mild sexual content
Read it here

It should have been me
Summary: Dorian tries to process Felix’s death. Bull is there to help.
Warning: Alcohol abuse, death of a close person, vomiting
Read it here

WIP: Stumbling
Summary (for now, might change later): For Bull, becoming Tal-Vashoth means facing some new and old fears.
Coming soon

Please feel free to write me if there are any trigger warnings I should add.

heard them singing for peace (in my confusion I still believe)

Whoo boy. This got longer than I thought it would be. It’s gotten to the point where, frankly, I can’t stand to look at it anymore. So here you go internet. Unbetad and with minimal editing.

Somewhat inspired by a @banrions post from last week. Specifically the post found here

(AO3 link located on top right part of blog)



Kara hears the grumbling before the man turns the corner.

It’s still not enough to prepare her for the sight of Snapper Carr pushing a shopping cart down the baking aisle of whatever grocery store she’s currently in.

(In her defense, she’s just come off a grueling weekend of non-stop chasing an escaped Fort Rozz prisoner across the desert. Powers nearly gone, she had only just managed to apprehend the criminal somewhere near the Mexican border four hours ago.

With the sun lamps still out of commission from a brawl that had broken out last week between a Yazz and a Jaqaan, Alex had begrudgingly agreed to let her go home after debriefing, on the condition that she take it easy for the next couple of days.

The DEO debriefing had ended sixty-nine minutes ago.)

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anonymous asked:

more narukono?? u created this hell for me

Oh god, why not??


“Letter for you, Tsunade-sama,” Shizune says, practically waving the scroll in Tsunade’s face. She thinks that Tsunade doesn’t see her steal the sake bottle in the same motion, but Tsunade absolutely does. It’s clever enough that she allows her first student to get away with it, though, casting Shizune a droll look as she accepts the message.

“Shouldn’t you be with Anko right now?” she asks rather than commenting on the theft. “I thought you had a date. One of us should be getting laid, at the very least.”

One glance at the jagged handwriting on the paper is more than enough to distract her from her spluttering apprentice, though; her heart trips in her chest, and she can’t help the smile that spreads across her face, one hand coming up to touch the spot where her grandfather’s necklace used to hang.

“From Naruto?” Shizune asks, and she’s still very red, but she’s smiling fondly at Tsunade even so.

Now Tsunade is the one who wants to flush at the implications, but. Well. All of Konoha knows about her attachment to Naruto by now, and if some of the civilians still mutter about demons and better off if the beast was dead in her hearing, they learn quickly enough.

“Yes,” she confirms, sliding a nail under the wax seal to break it. “Jiraiya mentioned they were headed towards the Ame border next—“

“What?” Shizune blinks, checks her clipboard—flashing the sake bottle she has stuffed up one sleeve, not that Tsunade is going to mention that—and says with a confused frown, “A hawk brought this from Kumogakure.”

A bad feeling slides down Tsunade’s spine like ice. “Kumo,” she repeats, already pulling the scroll open with a little more haste than necessary as she tries not to rip it. The inside is covered in Naruto’s unmistakable handwriting, but before she can catch any words a photograph flutters down to land on her desk.

Somewhere between horror and resignation, Tsunade picks it up.

It’s Naruto, and her first thought is that he looks happy. Certainly happier than she’s ever seen him, though she had admittedly only known him for a few weeks before he left with Jiraiya. His smile is wide and bright and more settled than before, like he’s been happy for a while and has adjusted to it, and his hair is longer, shaggy and bright around his ears.

He’s also sprawled across the lap of an older boy, who looks about twenty, at ease there and flashing the camera a victory sign as he grins.

Tsunade’s eyes narrow. One of the older boy’s hands is a curled around Naruto’s hip a little too far for decorum, and there’s a flush on his face as he smiles a touch sheepishly. He looks happy too, though, and dark blue eyes are resting on Naruto, full of a warmth that makes Tsunade’s chest ache just a little with memory.

It absolutely doesn’t mean that she isn’t going to hunt this young man down and just…make sure that he knows exactly how precious Naruto is to her.

“Naruto’s growing up,” Shizune says warmly, peering over Tsunade’s shoulder to see the photo. “He looks good.”

He does. Unexpected beau aside, he’s suntanned and wearing new clothes, some of the baby fat gone from his face, with the lines of muscles where before he wasn’t old enough to develop them. Tsunade hums in agreement, turning her attention to the actual letter, and lets Shizune take the photo.

A bare handful of sentences in and she can feel her blood pressure skyrocketing.

“Shizune,” she says, and only keeps it even by saying it through gritted teeth, “get Jiraiya back here immediately!”

“Y—yes, Tsunade-sama, right away!” Shizune scrambles to grab up her things and bolt for the door, clearly recognizing the danger in that tone.

“Wait,” Tsunade says, an instant before the door closes. Shizune pauses, peering back, and Tsunade gives her a smile that’s on the edge of vicious. “Don’t even imply that I’m angry. I don’t want him to see the first punch coming.”

Shizune’s eyes widen, and she casts a startled glance at the letter Tsunade is holding. “Of course, Tsunade-sama,” she agrees, and closes the door behind her carefully.

With a low grown, Tsunade slumps back in her chair and levels a narrow glare at the message. “Boyfriend,” she scoffs. “Jinchuuriki training. Ha. Heading to Suna for the Chuunin Exams. Gods damn it, that idiot pervert has a hell of a lot to answer for.”

Miles away, entertaining himself searching for rumors in a bar near the Wind Country border, Jiraiya sneezes, and wonders why it feels as if someone just walked over his grave.

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“It’s much more dramatic to say, “Let’s carpet bomb them,” or “Let’s bomb them to oblivion,” or “Let’s send in troops.” But that simply makes the situation far worse. Actually, we’ve seen it for 15 years. Just take a look at the so-called war on terror, which George W. Bush declared—actually, redeclared; Reagan had declared it—but redeclared in 2001. At that point, jihadi terrorism was located in a tiny tribal area near the Afghan-Pakistan border. Where is—and since then, we’ve been hitting one or another center of what we call terrorism with a sledgehammer. What’s happened? Each time, it spreads. By now, it’s all over the world. It’s all over Africa, Southeast Asia, South Asia, everywhere you look… That’s what happens when you hit vulnerable systems with a sledgehammer, not knowing what you’re doing and not looking at the roots of where these movements are developing from.” - Noam Chomsky

Birthday surprise and Hope - Old Man Logan x Reader

Well first, thanks :-). And second, here’s your request (I’m using the movie version of Old Man Logan), might be a bit long, and again, I feel like I could have written something better, that maybe I didn’t write quite what you were expecting anon’ but…Yeah, that’s all I got right now. Hope you’ll like it anyway (don’t hesitate to drop a message to tell me so) 

(My master list, by the way : Right here )

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Before the world all went to shit, before you lost all of your friends but Logan and Charles, before you had to run away to stay safe…you were doing some research about your boyfriend’s past. About where Logan actually came from.

The only information you had was that his real name is “James Howlett”, and that he was born somewhere in Canada, probably in Alberta. Which wasn’t really much. You didn’t even had an estimate of the year he was born in, his healing factor making it impossible to guess his age…The research weren’t easy. 

But, finally, right before Charles had his massive seizure that killed most of the X-men a year ago, you had a lead. You found his birth date, and the place he supposedly grew up in. Everything fitted perfectly, there was no doubt that you found the right date and place…but you never got the occasion to take him to Canada and show him your findings, because of what happened that dreadful day in Westchester county…After the death of almost all of your friends, Logan, Charles and you fled the school, and since then,  you just kept on the move almost all the time. 

Caliban joined in pretty early on, and you finally settled down at the US border near Mexico. Your idea of taking him to his birth place and all, forever buried away…Until she arrived.

Laura. His daughter. He could say whatever he wanted about it, but you considered her his. She looked like him, she was “made” with his DNA, and was born naturally with the help of a Mexican girl that birthed her…She was his daughter, no questions asked. And from the moment she entered your life, everything moved faster than ever. 

You guys lost Caliban. But you didn’t even have time to mourn him, running from Transigen, trying to be as far as them as you could. 

Charles had another dangerous seizure, Logan refused to speak to the kid, who obviously wanted nothing more but to bond with her father, you were tired of all this pain and misery…life wasn’t really the greatest. 

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North American P-51B-5 “Mustang” # 43-7058 “Jeanne III” of the 51st FG 26th FS of the 14th AF, China in 1944. This aircraft crashed for unknown reasons near Muong Khuong, Vietnam, near the Chinese border, Sept. 5, 1944. The pilot, Burton N Rodier, was killed.

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Minoritized languages moodboard: Limburgish

Limburgish, Limburgian or Limburgic (Lèmburgs) is a Germanic language spoken in the Limburg and Rhineland regions near the borders of the states of the Netherlands, Belgium, and Germany.

For anon

bloomberg.com
BREAKING: Trump Weighs Mobilizing National Guard for Immigration Roundups: AP
A draft memo obtained by The Associated Press outlines a Trump administration proposal under consideration to mobilize as many as 100,000 National Guard troops to round up unauthorized immigrants. Millions of those who would be affected in 11 states live nowhere near the Mexico border.

(AP) – The Trump administration is considering a proposal to mobilize as many as 100,000 National Guard troops to round up unauthorized immigrants, including millions living nowhere near the Mexico border, according to a draft memo obtained by The Associated Press.

The 11-page document calls for the unprecedented militarization of immigration enforcement as far north as Portland, Oregon, and as far east as New Orleans, Louisiana.

Four states that border on Mexico are included in the proposal — California, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas — but it also encompasses seven states contiguous to those four — Oregon, Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Oklahoma, Arkansas and Louisiana.

Governors in the 11 states would have a choice whether to have their guard troops participate, according to the memo, written by U.S. Homeland Security Secretary John Kelly, a retired four-star Marine general.

While National Guard personnel have been used to assist with immigration-related missions on the U.S.-Mexico border before, they have never been used as broadly or as far north.

The memo is addressed to the then-acting heads of U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement and U.S. Customs and Border Protection. It would serve as guidance to implement the wide-ranging executive order on immigration and border security that President Donald Trump signed Jan. 25. Such memos are routinely issued to supplement executive orders.

Also dated Jan. 25, the draft memo says participating troops would be authorized “to perform the functions of an immigration officer in relation to the investigation, apprehension and detention of aliens in the United States.” It describes how the troops would be activated under a revived state-federal partnership program, and states that personnel would be authorized to conduct searches and identify and arrest any unauthorized immigrants.

Requests to the White House and the Department of Homeland Security for comment and a status report on the proposal were not answered.

The draft document has circulated among DHS staff over the last two weeks. As recently as Friday, staffers in several different offices reported discussions were underway.

If implemented, the impact could be significant. Nearly one-half of the 11.1 million people residing in the U.S. without authorization live in the 11 states, according to Pew Research Center estimates based on 2014 Census data.

Use of National Guard troops would greatly increase the number of immigrants targeted in one of Trump’s executive orders last month, which expanded the definition of who could be considered a criminal and therefore a potential target for deportation. That order also allows immigration agents to prioritize removing anyone who has “committed acts that constitute a chargeable criminal offense.”

Under current rules, even if the proposal is implemented, there would not be immediate mass deportations. Those with existing deportation orders could be sent back to their countries of origin without additional court proceedings. But deportation orders generally would be needed for most other unauthorized immigrants.

The troops would not be nationalized, remaining under state control.

Spokespeople for the governors of Arizona, Utah, Nevada, California, Colorado, Oklahoma, Oregon and New Mexico said they were unaware of the proposal, and either declined to comment or said it was premature to discuss whether they would participate. The other three states did not immediately respond to the AP.

The proposal would extend the federal-local partnership program that President Barack Obama’s administration began scaling back in 2012 to address complaints that it promoted racial profiling.

The 287(g) program, which Trump included in his immigration executive order, gives local police, sheriff’s deputies and state troopers the authority to assist in the detection of immigrants who are in the U.S. illegally as a regular part of their law enforcement duties on the streets and in jails.

The draft memo also mentions other items included in Trump’s executive order, including the hiring of an additional 5,000 border agents, which needs financing from Congress, and his campaign promise to build a wall between the U.S. and Mexico.

The signed order contained no mention of the possible use of state National Guard troops.

According to the draft memo, the militarization effort would be proactive, specifically empowering Guard troops to solely carry out immigration enforcement, not as an add-on the way local law enforcement is used in the program.

Allowing Guard troops to operate inside non-border states also would go far beyond past deployments.

In addition to responding to natural or man-made disasters or for military protection of the population or critical infrastructure, state Guard forces have been used to assist with immigration-related tasks on the U.S.-Mexico border, including the construction of fences.

In the mid-2000s, President George W. Bush twice deployed Guard troops on the border to focus on non-law enforcement duties to help augment the Border Patrol as it bolstered its ranks. And in 2010, then-Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer announced a border security plan that included Guard reconnaissance, aerial patrolling and military exercises.

In July 2014, then-Texas Gov. Rick Perry ordered 1,000 National Guard troops to the border when the surge of migrant children fleeing violence in Central America overwhelmed U.S. officials responsible for their care. The Guard troops’ stated role on the border at the time was to provide extra sets of eyes but not make arrests.

Bush initiated the federal 287(g) program — named for a section of a 1996 immigration law — to allow specially trained local law enforcement officials to participate in immigration enforcement on the streets and check whether people held in local jails were in the country illegally. ICE trained and certified roughly 1,600 officers to carry out those checks from 2006 to 2015.

The memo describes the program as a “highly successful force multiplier” that identified more than 402,000 “removable aliens.”

But federal watchdogs were critical of how DHS ran the program, saying it was poorly supervised and provided insufficient training to officers, including on civil rights law. Obama phased out all the arrest power agreements in 2013 to instead focus on deporting recent border crossers and immigrants in the country illegally who posed a safety or national security threat.

Trump’s immigration strategy emerges as detentions at the nation’s southern border are down significantly from levels seen in the late 1990s and early 2000s. Last year, the arrest tally was the fifth-lowest since 1972. Deportations of people living in the U.S. illegally also increased under the Obama administration, though Republicans criticized Obama for setting prosecution guidelines that spared some groups from the threat of deportation, including those brought to the U.S. illegally as children.

Last week, ICE officers arrested more than 680 people around the country in what Kelly said were routine, targeted operations; advocates called the actions stepped-up enforcement under Trump.

Set in an undisclosed location near the Mexican-USA border for the first hour or so of the film, Logan seemingly had some high expectations to fill. Logan follows the future events of the title character also known as James Howlett and the Wolverine in the distant year of 2029. Logan is one of the last known mutants alive, the rest being taken out by a mixture of a genetically engineered virus and murder. He is shown to have been taking care of an ailing Charles Xavier with the assistance of another mutant know as Caliban.

This Logan’s life isn’t too different from the one we have all grown accustomed too; a heavily muscled Hugh Jackman who drank alcohol to self medicate. This Logan, however, is being shown to have a decelerated (per his normal) healing rate, along with other neurological problems. This Logan knows that he is dying, poisoned by the metal that had been infused to his bones so long ago.

The first Latinx characters on the screen were shown as violent, waking a passed out Logan. They were trying to steal the wheels off the limo that Logan used as his financial means. They were shown to have struck first, and then murdered in multiple, gruesome ways. This display did not exactly instill a hopeful feeling inside of me. 

As the movie progressed, my worries both mounted and withdrew. The arrival of the always amazing Elizabeth Rodriguez quelled some of them. She presented the young character we know as Laura Kinney, introducing her as her daughter. 

The truth was not far off. Laura Kinney was a product of both Logan and an unnamed, unidentified Mexican woman. Rodriguez’s character, Gabriella, described the process of young Mexican girls who were used as wombs for these genetically altered children who disappeared after birth, never seen again. 

Gabriella spoke of the United State’s intervention at the hospital in which she worked as a nurse. She spoke of how they were to raise these mutant children as child soldiers. I had heard the same story from my Father when he spoke of his time fighting in the Nicaraguan Civil War. Children raised without names, treated as inhuman and used as weapons. 

Gabriella described how the Mexican nurses were thought of as dumb, and when they were told to kill the children after a better weapon was manufactured, how they all risked their lives to save those kids and give them a chance of survival. This sacrifice ultimately led to Gabriella’s demise. 

When asked about the casting of Laura, director James Mangold stated he wanted,  “someone who was bilingual because I wanted a Latina kid – one who was between 10 and 12, and was a credible child.“ 

Mangold certainly got a bilingual, talented child. Dafne Keen’s portrayal of a young Laura Kinney was a thing of beauty. I found myself wanting to lay my life down for this child. 

The one thing she was not, however, was a Latina. Dafne Keen is the 11 year old (at the time of filming, even though her date of birth has never been confirmed) daughter of British actor, Will Keen, and Spanish actress, Maria Fernandez Ache. 

Most people agree that Latin America encompenses every country from Mexico to the bottom of South America, along with the countries in the Caribbean. Latin America has had a long history of destabilization within its own nations, along with violence and high mortality rates. Most of these things can be directly linked to the United State’s involvement and the colonization that natives have faced from European countries. 

With this knowledge, along with the knowledge that the factors of Laura’s birth (a young mother who may or may not have consented to a pregnancy, that young mother implied to have been murdered, the creation of child soldiers, the dehumanization of children of color), one needs to wonder why an English-Spanish actress was chosen as the main representation. 

The rest of Logan’s cast proved that there are absolutely no shortage of Latinx actors- from the half dozen Cholos that Logan murdered, to the Spanish speaking extras cast as police officers, to the other mutant children who were later revealed to be alive. One might also find it suspicious when the characters described as “cholos” were all dark skinned, and the ones dressed as cops and under the control of the United States government were light skinned. 

Whitewashing is whitewashing, no matter what language your actor may speak, and no matter what race/ethnicity they portray. Do not give Logan the gold star it does not deserve, not when it takes our pain and spits in our face. Also, however, do not be angry at the child who portrayed Laura- I am sure that this decision was out of her control.  

Logan, while well written and entirely engaging, still disappointed me in more ways than one. This is not representation for me, nor my family. This is not representation for all the young Latinas trying to find their place in the world. This is not us. \

[EDIT: I have been informed that Brazil is not at the bottom of South America as I have previously assumed. I apologize for any misconceptions which may have come from this; all of South America is part of Latin America.]

Miscellaneous Fates headcanons because why not ! Most of them are for Revelations

-Laslow and Peri are pretty good friends, and they often cook together. They also listen to each other vent (Peri about all the stuff that made her angry, Laslow about all the girls who rejected him).

-Hinoka is worried about what she’ll do after the war, since the things that drove her forward and which she dedicated herself to (getting Corrin back and her hatred of Nohrians) are now both obsolete. She’s talked about it mainly to Camilla and Takumi (the former is a good listener, and the latter knows what it’s like to feel inadequate).

-Both armies are very careful not to let Azama and Niles meet. The troll would reach critical mass.

-They are also very careful not to let Peri and Azama meet.

-There is a common language spoken on most of the continent that’s used for communication, but each country has also its own language (Japanese for Hoshido, French for Nohr).

-Most people who live near the border between Norh and Hoshido (like Charlotte and Benny) can speak all three languages.

-Niles got in trouble for teaching Subaki some very crass songs and telling him they were something completely different. He still thought it was hilarious.

-Building on @iavenjqasdf ‘s swear jar headcanon, Elise asks Takumi to teach her every Hoshidian swear word he knows so she can keep everyone in check.

-In Norh, a lot of people sleep in the same bed (both to keep warm and because it’s cheaper). It’s not nearly as common in Hoshido, and as a result many a misunderstanding was born.

-Ryoma outright asked Xander if he was sleeping with his retainers, to which Xander answered yes because in French the two activites don’t have a common expression (”Dormir avec” and “Coucher avec” both translate litterally as “to sleep with” but the former means actually sleeping while the latter means “to have sex with” this was your french lesson for the day). The conversation got awkward fast.

-Everyone in the army gets ‘Lost in thoughts all alone’ stuck in their head at least once a day.

-Azura finds it very funny.

-After training together for some time, Sakura and Elise start playing every evening to keep morale up. Azura often joins. And with the help of Orochi and Laslow they sometimes put on little shows.