Slipping through the cracks
Slipping through the cracks
George Ero stubs out his cigarette, climbs into his taxi and blasts the heat. The early March evening is cold, even by Plattsburgh standards. Ero waits in a Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot that doubles as a Greyhound station in this northern New York town of about 20,000.
“They should be flocking in pretty soon,” he says, checking the time. “I try to give them safe passage and say they won’t see any cops. When I have any snacks, I offer them to them – bags of peanuts. Some of them don’t even bring any suitcases.”
The next Greyhound bus pulls in around 25 minutes late. Ero ambles over as passengers disembark.
“Roxham Road?” he asks. “You’re going to Roxham Road?”
A middle-aged man carrying a single backpack, containing all his life’s belongings, says “yes” and hops in the taxi, paying $90 for what will be around 30-minute ride to a sleepy road along the Canadian border – the last leg of a journey that began in Houston. He’s originally from Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania, and is following a new migrant trail that developed over the last two years in a desperate bid for asylum in Canada that thousands like him have made. He says he knows no one in the country that awaits him.
Ero, who lost his job at a toy factory in Plattsburgh a few months ago, has ferried hundreds of people to the border, and he knows the route well. The sun sets as he approaches Roxham Road. He drops the Tanzanian man at a ditch that acts as the border between the United States and Canada. Canadian border patrol immediately confronts him, and explain that if he crosses, he will be arrested – at which point he can make a claim for asylum. U.S. authorities are nowhere to be found.
The man walks across the border and into a processing facility, escorted by officers. The Canadian authorities ask Ero if anyone else is coming, then bids him goodnight.
Instances like these have become common on Roxham Road, located on the northern edge of Champlain, New York, 10 minutes from the Canadian border. Within three years, from 2015 to 2018, the number of migrants entering Canada has increased from about 32,000 to 110,000 per Canadian border patrol statistics.
Like the Tanzanian man who traveled across the country to get to the Canadian border, these asylum seekers endure long days and nights in search of a better a life. Many had hoped the United States would be a safe haven, only to encounter growing hostility towards immigrants and increased chances of deportation. Although they are being welcomed into Canada, their growing presence in the peaceful land of hockey and poutine has started to strain budgets and fray nerves.
But for now, the path into Canada remains open at Roxham Road – a route unlike any other. Janet McFetridge, the mayor of Champlain, said about 900 asylum seekers cross this lowkey border every month – and there are many reasons why.
Statistics from the Canadian border patrol show that most recently, the refugees that have been arriving are originally from the U.S., Haiti and Nigeria. The amount of migrants from the U.S. and Haiti respectively heightened in August 2017, just a few months after President Trump was inaugurated.
French-speaking asylum seekers specifically cross at Roxham because on the other side of the border awaits Quebec, where French is the official language. Besides language accessibility, Ero shares that refugees also come here because they want to get caught. Once they are arrested by the Canadian border patrol, they are welcomed into an inhabited part of Canada, where they can find themselves immersed in a happening city that provides them with a sense of security.
Traveling from what seems like worlds away, asylum seekers, like the Tanzanian man, heard of Roxham Road despite the distance. Via word-of-mouth, YouTube videos and online articles, refugees migrate over thousands of miles to claim safety to enter a new country and call it home.
Beverly Maynard, 84, remembers moving to Champlain when she was just 7 years old and World War II had forced the country to ration food. Weekly trips to Canada consisted of traveling to complete simple tasks when times were tight, such as buying beef or using coupons to purchase cheaper water, Maynard said. She remembers crossing the border at Roxham Road as being fairly easy.
“You didn’t have to have a passport,” Maynard said. “They just asked your name, where you were going and then – okay! You were good to go.”
As she reflects on her childhood and teenage years, Maynard recalls how Roxham Road has transformed into the beacon for asylum seekers that it is today. What is now a road to a better life for refugees was once a simple path Maynard crossed regularly.
“It’s very emotional to me, especially because I know how I used to be able to go across,” Maynard said. “I have fond memories of that area, too, so I think that makes it harder (to process the desperation of the refugees).”
From a quiet crossing to an avenue of escape
Maynard had not realized this road was being used for asylum seekers until her friend, McFetridge, had told her about it around two years ago.
McFetridge, who was deputy mayor at the time, was reading a Canadian newspaper when she stumbled upon an article about the influx of asylum seekers crossing the local border.
“When I found out that it was five miles from here, I was shocked,” McFetridge said. “I said something to Beverly because I knew she had known the area well.”
Once Maynard found out, she said she was just as surprised as her friend had been. She and McFetridge, who visits Roxham Road daily, went to the crossing together. Maynard became emotional.
“When these little kids looked at you, you could tell they were scared,” Maynard said of the asylum seekers. “They knew they had to go, but it was like, ‘What’s going to happen?’”
With tears swelling in her eyes, Maynard said she doesn’t understand how people can be so cruel to the migrants.
Maynard is a regular at a local gym. She teaches a water fitness class, and both Canadians and Americans attend and actively participate together. Often, she said she overhears juicy gossip and side conversations in the women’s locker room. It is in the locker room where Maynard heard a woman discuss visiting Roxham Road, adding that she “went for the fun of it just to see what was going on.”
“They act like it’s a little sideshow,” she said, “not like it’s people’s lives.”