They were the vanished, they were the unfortunate.
To the human smugglers -- the snakeheads -- who carted them around the world like pallets of damaged goods, they were ju-jia,
To the American INS agents who interdicted their ships and arrested and deported them they were undocumenteds.
They were the hopeful. Who were trading homes and family and a thousand years of ancestry for the hard certainty of risky, laborious years ahead of them.
Who had the slimmest of chances to take root in a place where their families could prosper, where freedom and money and contentment were, the...