I was half-listening to NPR’s Day to Day today, when I heard the words, “because of his skin color” repeated a few times; predictably, that got my attention. It turned out that the man being discussed, Pedro Guzman, was developmentally disabled and had been mistakenly deported to Mexico. Because of his skin color.

A wrongly deported U.S. citizen who was missing for nearly three months in Mexico ate out of garbage cans, bathed in rivers and was repeatedly turned away by U.S. border agents when he tried to return to California, his family said Tuesday.
Pedro Guzman, 29, was picked up at the Calexico border crossing over the weekend. He was released to his family on Tuesday.[WaPo]

…yes, but according to Frank Stoltze at NPR, he was set free only after a court ordered it.

Guzman was shaking and stuttering and appeared traumatized, his family said at a news conference. Family members said they plan to seek medical attention for Guzman, who was not at the news conference.
“They took him whole but only returned half of him to me,” his mother, Maria Carbajal, said in Spanish while crying. “The government is responsible for this.” [WaPo]

To hear his Mother weep on the radio was painful. On NPR, she said that “he may be back home, but he is not the same.” His brother mentioned that Guzman is now afraid of people.

“What a nightmare,” I thought, and I was reminded immediately of some of us, and how black humor has permeated our banter with each other, with friends who aren’t citizens. “Be careful, you’ll get deported!” and the like are now uttered frequently and followed with uneasy laughter.

Guzman’s ordeal commenced in May, after he completed jail time for trespassing.

Mr. Guzman had served about 20 days of a jail sentence for misdemeanor trespassing and vandalism until May 11, when, in a screening of inmates’ status, he apparently indicated he was from Mexico and was turned over to the immigration agency, which deported him to Tijuana. [NYT]

The Los Angeles county jail authorities summarily deported him without bothering to check his birth records, which would’ve proven that he was born in Los Angeles. Of course, these same authorities are insisting that he showed “no signs of illness”.

Guzman has issues even remembering his family’s phone number, which left him lost to forage through trash in Tijuana, while his relatives desperately searched for him, for almost three months.

Said Guzman’s attorney from the ACLU:

This government deported Pedro Guzman because of his skin color. Did not believe him when he said he was a U.S. citizen, born in California, because of his skin color. [NPR]

I hadn’t even considered what happens to the mentally challenged when it comes to possible deportation— whether they are developmentally disabled or sufferers of dementia.

When I lived in the bay area, I grew close to an Auntie whose daughter was disabled. Auntie was a widow and she was all of 4’10. Her daughter, “Mona” was 5’7. Auntie desperately needed help, because her child would wander away if given even a moment’s opportunity to do so, and beyond that, Mona was far stronger than her afflicted Mother.

If you asked Mona a question, she would say “yes”, no matter what you asked her. She was vulnerable and easily influenced. She didn’t know she was desi. She could understand her Mother’s Bhojpuri, but always replied back in unaccented English. It made for an extra dangerous situation, especially since Mona didn’t “look” disabled to a lot of people; only long-time neighbors who recognized her would know about her condition, and they would bring her back from places which were sometimes miles away, while Auntie frantically called everyone she knew, to ask if Mona had come to visit.

Like Guzman (though some news stories contradict this), Mona did not know her phone number, in fact she didn’t even know her last name; I immediately plugged her in to this horrible equation of a story and the whole thing had me shivering. Is that a tenuous desi angle? Maybe but I would respectfully remind you that this could have happened to one of us, one of our own at-risk siblings or parents. I listened to that story, over and over again, and all I could think of was Mona. If you asked her, she would be an illegal immigrant from Mexico, too. I guess the moral of this story is, Lock up your vulnerable loved ones, lest they get “accidentally” deported.

Leaders of the (ACLU) say Guzman’s case shows how inhumane and vulnerable to error the U.S. deportation process is.
Deportations by the federal Immigration and Customs Enforcement agency have increased in recent months, with enforcement tighter since Congress failed to pass comprehensive immigration reform earlier this year. [Reuters]

Relatively speaking, this depressing story had a happy ending. Even if he is “broken”, as his family described him on NPR, and forever damaged by his experience, Pedro Guzman is finally and fortunately home.