Customs and Border Patrol agents claim dictatorial powers over Americans coming home. A big part of that is hiding information.

Around the fourth hour of my detention at the airport, I decided to ask for a lawyer. The Customs and Border Protection (CBP) agent at the front desk refused. I told him that he can’t indefinitely hold an American citizen. “It’s not indefinite,” he replied. “We’ll let you know.”

That little exchange captures the absolute power that CBP claims over travelers, including Americans, going far beyond any domestic law enforcement interrogation. You don’t have a right to contact a lawyer. Neither do you have a right to know why you’re being detained or what will happen next. It’s not “indefinite” detention; they just won’t tell you what the “definite” part is. Crossing the U.S. border is the closest most Americans will come to experiencing life under the foreign dictatorships I report on.

They are absolutely violating the 4th and 5th Amendments here in multiple respects. Not only does the 4th Amendment require officers to have a reasonable and articulable suspicion of wrong doing to have probable cause for there to be a custodial detention, but the 5th Amendment’s Due Process clause requires police forces to provide an attorney when someone in police custody asks for one. If they weren’t under arrest, then they must have been free to leave. Admittedly, there is a reduction in Constitutional provisions while at the boarder (specifically related to searches & seizures), but they still need to have such suspicions to initiate a detention, and any reduction to the 4th Amendment flatly doesn’t apply to someone’s 5th Amendment’s right to counsel in custodial situations. This is a 1983 claim if I ever saw one.

  • moldy_rice@piefed.keyboardvagabond.comEnglish
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    4 days ago

    After stamping my wife’s passport around 6:30 a.m., the CBP agent at passport control told me that I had to go “somewhere else.” That meant secondary inspection. I was handed my passport in a locked plastic box with a bright orange lid and pointed toward a seemingly endless corridor. I told my wife to contact the lawyer if it took “too long.”

    The waiting room at the end of the corridor was a strange mix of professional courtesy and casual cruelty. I saw agents ask a young man what kind of food they should bring him and reassure an old man that everything will be sorted out. I also saw agents snap at someone who wanted to use the bathroom. “Did you think you could just do that without asking?” an agent shouted as the man walked toward the bathroom door.

    This article is the best description I’ve read of what to expect when they flag you