A crowd of Nicaraguans, Haitians and Hondurans gathered Wednesday around two young men who had just shuffled into the dusty courtyard of a small shelter in northeast Tijuana, a Mexican border city.
“Why are you back?” a Haitian woman with a baby on her hip asked.
“The gringos sent us to wait here,” one answered, visibly annoyed. “I don’t know why they picked us.”
