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MINNEAPOLIS (AP) — There was the pregnant woman who missed her medical checkup, afraid to visit a clinic during the Trump administration’s sweeping Minnesotaimmigration crackdown. A nurse found her at home, already in labor and just about to give birth. There was the patient with kidney cancer who vanished without his medicine in immigration detention facilities. It took legal intervention for his medicine to be sent to him, though doctors are unsure if he’s been able to take it. There was the diabetic afraid to pick up insulin, the patient with a treatable wound that festered and required a trip...

A crown over a soccer ball. An eyeball that “looked cool.” Flowers. Those are some of the everyday tattoos that defense lawyers say helped lead to the sudden weekend deportation of roughly 200 Venezuelan men who are accused of being members of the ruthless gang Tren de Aragua. Tattoos are signals of membership in some Latin American gangs, with the facial tattoos of the El Salvadoran group MS-13 perhaps the best known. Experts, though, say tattoos are not central to Tren de Aragua. They also note that tattoos, hugely popular all over the world, are often nothing more than body...

CIUDAD JUAREZ, Mexico (AP) — Long after midnight, when the heat has finally relented and the walled courtyard is scattered with men sleeping in the open,someone begins to sob. The sound is quiet, muffled. The only light comes from streetlights shimmering above the razor wire. It’s impossible to see who is crying.

Christian: I love when the Left tries to claim that voter fraud (which the hacks and non-entities over at Media Mutters conveniently narrowly define) is nearly non-existent. I’ll have more to say on the subject tomorrow in my New York Post column about Eric Holder’s speech last night in Austin, but just for laughs let’s flash back to Big Tim Sullivan (the author, by the way, of New York’s infamous Sullivan Act) as he recounts one of glories of Tammany Hall: election stealing: When you’ve voted ‘em with their whiskers on, you take ‘em to a barber and scrape off...