In May 2006 I was driving along the Gulf Coast from Tampa to New Orleans to see the country and survey the recovery from Hurricane Katrina. I spent one night at a camp grounds in Alabama. There I spoke with a Mexican house painter. He had been hired by an Atlanta contractor and was getting $4 an hour (below minimum wage). I asked him what he like about the US. Here, he said, the police are honest. I then asked him if he could get work in Mexico would he rather be there working. He said yes, that is where his wife and children. are.