The familiar ritual unfolds each morning like clockwork now, next to the giant “Mexico” in block letters that greets visitors and migrants to the Chaparral pedestrian crossing into San Diego.
A woman standing under a temporary shade looked at a large book containing a list of migrants waiting to claim asylum in the United States.
She raised a megaphone and yelled, “1933.”
It was the last number of the day, a day during which U.S. immigration officials would only process 30 individuals. Thousands more were waiting their turn.