Tish Lampert

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THREE MINUTES ALLOWED
Location: Los Angeles
Nationality: American
Biography: TISH LAMPERT   BIO: TISH LAMPERT www.tishlampert.org TISH  LAMPERT Originally from New York City, Tish Lampert began her work as a photojournalist in London where she free-lanced for numerous publications and newspapers, including The... read on
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THREE MINUTES ALLOWED
Credits: tish lampert
Date of Work: 01/21/17 - Ongoing
Updated: 12/02/19
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THREE MINUTES ALLOWED
"While some want to build more walls, Border Angels, opens doors. Love has no borders....we hope to open  'door of hope' 3 times, next year! Si se puede!" Executive director, founder border angels, Enrique Morones

It was two years ago that the 'Door of Hope' was opened at the U.S./Mexican border, to allow twelve families who have been separated by deportation, to re-unite. This program is now discontinued by the Trump administration. Three minutes was all the time that was allowed. In these few minutes, wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, along with their young children, stood at the intersection of Mexico and the United States and clung on to each other with desperation while feeling that touch, that connection, along with the pain from their time apart. These intimate moments occurred in front of a crowd of spectators and border patrol. I admit it felt as if we were intruding. As I witnessed and photographed each of these twelve families, I was mindful of what it means to document these reunions, at the expense of exploiting these families’ misfortune. Yet for each of those who had waited years for this chance to see their loved one, their longing and excitement displaced the awkwardness of being on display. If you have three minutes to bask in the love and remembrance of your partner, or your mother, or your child, the outside world is a blur.
Something happened to all of us in this crowd.  We were united by these families’ love and longing. We cried. We were humbled by their grace. We were uplifted by their joy, watching young children meet a grand parent or an uncle for the first time. Sisters who could just hold onto to each other for the entire three minutes and then had to be torn apart again when their time was up. The brothers, who at first were sensitive to being watched, quickly moved in to huddle with the entire family. But it was in the eyes of the children that we could see a deep confusion. A child does not understand why their family suffers. Their questioning looks said it all. The circumstances that have broken these families apart feel very wrong.  
The visitations were carefully choreographed. Families stood in line until it was their turn. Then they were escorted, by border patrol, to walk fifty feet to the door of hope, where their loved one was waiting in anticipation. From the instant they made contact there was not a sound in the crowd. We all lost that sense of being strangers. Even border patrol was sensitive to the emotional mood.
Media was cordoned off on the right and we could only see what was taking place from the U.S. side, however I did notice that on the Tijuana side the press was allowed a wider birth.  I knelt low on the ground to shoot with my long lens able to bracket the reunions. This provided a unique angle and I disappeared into the close up of that first kiss, or the cuddling of the baby, or the grandpa whose gaze was directed to his grandchildren waiting in line, because they were not allowed to join in. He reached out with his hand, as if to touch them, and his yearning sent shivers through me. He lit up as he saw his treasured granddaughter smile back at him. This frail man’s face held a lifetime of struggle and defeat but in that moment he was a proud parent. By then my face was damp with tears.

Throughout this afternoon what amazed me the most was the reaction from border patrol. There were six officers there, five men and one woman. You would think they have developed a thick armor to ward off the profound sadness that comes with these separations. Yet through my lens I found their hearts wide open and compassionate. Each of these officers felt grateful to be a part of these unforgettable moments, even though the moments were fleeting.

The rangers stood in formation, against the metal fence, to signal that time was up. Enrique Morones, the initiator of this landmark event, stood by as the door of hope slowly closed. The rangers lifted the thick metal rod into place as it clamped shut. The sound of that finality struck the hearts of those walking away with the reality of once again being without their loved one.

This event is only possible because of Enrique Morones. He is the tireless crusader who has helped countless, caught in the snare of deportation. His organization, Border Angels, delivers pallets of water weekly on the Mexican side of the border. Enrique and his foot soldiers prevent unnecessary deaths for those who are risking their lives to seek a better life. As Trumps zero tolerance policy has flared to a heartless reaction to those seeking asylum, the community in Southern California have come together to protest the detention of countless in the deportation centers. This ongoing humanitarian crisis has become one of the signature issues that have defined Donald Trump and caused irrevocable damage to those struggling to ap find a life free from violence hunger and daily threats to their families.
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