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From: JSalloum@aol.com Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 09:50:20 EDT Subject: immigration/border crossings/frontiers A view from Canada related to the discussion about Ars Electronica, and Austrian and other European policies and practises regarding immigration and asylum seekers. Immigration policy in Canada is very strict and even more so depending on the less 'European' you are or look. Canada's practises are very close to the Austrians' in fact, especially regarding the length and conditions of 'dentention pending deportation or hearings'. It first appeared in Sat Night magazine and is written by Abou Ali Farmanfarmian (boutan@att.net), he has given me permission to forward it and his edress here. -j.salloum [Image] [First Person - Melissa Auf der Maur] [The Blind Assassin] [We've Got Games] [Under Sentence of Death] [Design] CROSSING GUARDS By Abouali Farfarmanian Globalization promised a world without borders. It's easier said than done. In February I was stopped at the Canadian border as a terrorist. I had recently quit my job at the United Nations and was relocating to Montreal. I hopped on a Greyhound bus at New York's Port Authority and woke up at 4:45 a.m. at the Champlain border in eastern Quebec. An hour later, I was told that I was wanted by Interpol. This sort of thing is not unusual. I've had an uneasy relationship with borders ever since my family was kicked out of Iran, my country of birth, during the Islamic revolution of 1978. After the 1979 hostage crisis, everyone bearing the dark crimson passport became a target. The ritual of border-crossing turned into an ordeal of notarized documents, bank statements, proof of schooling, even doctors' notes. My passport had so many visa stamps that one American officer had to turn it sideways to find enough space for his own. It seemed as though I needed a visa to buy candy or go to the bathroom. I've been turned back from the borders of Sweden and France, and pulled aside at almost every major Western border. When I was sworn in as a Canadian citizen and finally received the coveted blue passport, I thought these hassles were over. They weren't. I still get interrogated on every continent. The difference on that windy morning at Champlain was that I was being grilled crossing the border into my own country. We think of borders as the beginnings or ends of a territory because they're the first and last thing we see of a country. We enter and leave through them, so they appear to draw the boundary between inside and outside. In fact, that's the function of frontiers, not borders. Frontiers are the perimeters of a territory, the silhouette of a country. They are delineated by mountains, rivers, diplomats. They were once synonymous with borders, but airplanes put an end to that. Now, the point of entry can be anywhere. You can stick a border right smack in the middle of a country as long as there is a guard with a stamp and ink pad. When you fly into an airport, you pass over the frontier long before landing, and cross the border only after you're past the immigration desk. Sometimes the borders of one country are implanted inside another. By passing through U.S. immigration at Dorval airport, you gain admission to the U.S. while still in Montreal. Canadians, for their part, have stationed Immigration Control Officers in key cities around the world in order to deter bogus asylum seekers from making their way here. Borders can also come to meet you. Immigration officers visit the workplace to deport illegal workers. The U.S. Coast Guard regularly stops what it judges to be U.S.-bound "illegals" out on the high seas - "a floating Berlin Wall," as one immigration lawyer calls it. So borders distinguish not so much between inside and outside, as between insider and outsider, resident and tourist, citizen and alien. But this is the century of the displaced. There are 70 million migrants on the move at any given moment. Trafficking in human souls - packed in airtight containers in the bowels of a cargo ship or truck - nets an estimated $7 billion to $10 billion (U.S.) per year. In this kind of flux, who is an insider or an outsider? What is a border guard's job when Pakistani fundamentalists live in London, Algerian criminals in Montreal? My encounter at the Canadian border came shortly after Ahmed Ressam, an Algerian from Montreal, had been arrested crossing into the U.S. from Vancouver and charged with intent to blow up a millennium bash or two. There were rumours of foreign-terrorist cells multiplying like viruses on Canadian soil. Americans were worried, and Canadian politicians scrambled to appear harsher than usual. NAFTA's northern border guards, ordinarily on the lookout for a hidden bottle of Absolut Mandarin, began sniffing for concealed grenade launchers. Even the Montreal police entered into the international fray, warning of Algerian-Muslim "gangster-terrorist" thieves as they rounded up eleven Algerians. The message: "The enemy is within." In that climate, one look at my place of birth and Arabic name sent the Champlain guard to the phone with thoughts of a big catch and a quick promotion. It turned out, after much waiting, that the international crime for which Interpol wanted me was forgotten parking tickets in Montreal. Usually people are stopped for traffic violations and are later revealed to be terrorists. I had to be stopped as a terrorist only to be arrested for unpaid parking tickets. I've often fantasized about a world without passport controls and visas. An exhilarating moment came last year, when I passed through three countries in Europe without crossing through a checkpoint. But even in a continent unified under a single currency, the need for boundaries has not gone away. Notions of foreigner and outsider hold strong. To many who show up at its gates demanding entry, Europe can be brutal, sacrificing fundamental human rights in the parochial interests of a nation-stae. A lawyer friend tells me of cases in France and Britain in which people have been drugged and beaten and forced back on planes. Even the UN recently blasted "border enforcement and anti- trafficking agendas in Europe." North American identity, on the other hand, has grown with each influx of newcomers and is not tied to the notion of a historically rooted people, like the German volk or le peuple Fran*ais. Canada, up to now, has had an almost exemplary human-rights record in relation to immigration. But with the new Immigration and Refugee Protection Act and the unprecedented detention of Chinese migrants, Europe's draconian border practices may be mirrored by Canada sooner than we think, especially as NAFTA gets closer to full territorial integration. That is, at any rate, a more likely version of the future than the borderless Eden promised us by the prophets of globalization. They may not be fixed, but borders are absolute. They change as we change, but we will always be guarding against something. A borderless world is a naive fantasy. We come out of the womb, we're given our borders, and we guard them. ------------------------------------------------------------ Related Links: Interpol History of the Passport in Canada Immigrant and Refugee Protection Act Training for International Travellers at getcustoms.com ------Syndicate mailinglist-------------------- Syndicate network for media culture and media art information and archive: http://www.v2.nl/syndicate to unsubscribe, write to <syndicate-request@aec.at> in the body of the msg: unsubscribe your@email.adress