IMMIGRATION COURT OBSERVING: DAY ONEWrapping Up Day One

The judge makes a 10 minute speech to the rest of the immigrants left in the court room who are either appearing for the first time and the rest of the refugees that are lawyerless.

He patiently explains their rights and responsibilities, stressing keeping the court informed of any change of address within 5 days of moving. He encourages them to find a lawyer, although he also lets people know they can represent themselves but it’s not recommended, emphasizing it has to be in English and acknowledging it’s a very convoluted and tricky system to navigate.

He also lets those refugees who are applying for asylum know that they have to file within one year of entering the u.s.ofa. no matter how they were able to enter. He urges them to make a copy of the proof that they’ve applied, regardless of any future court date.

Lastly, he assures those in court that they will have the chance to present evidence and witnesses when they go to court, to object to DHS evidence, and to file an appeal if their application is denied {and if they haven’t been whisked off by ICE immediately exiting the courtroom door.

He instructs the clerk to make copies available of change of address forms and other information he deems helpful.

Then he gives everyone a date to return in 6 weeks to the court with a lawyer in tow (hopefully).

The courtroom is empty when I exit, except for the two other observers. We exit together and briefly exchange impressions and ideas. I’ll return for an afternoon session with a different judge.

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