You’re certain these children — some of them infants, just a few months old, cradled in arms like your own babies — aren’t supposed to be kept in cages at all, but absolutely not for this long. You look at the faces of these children and you see your own child. You put yourself, for as long as you can stand it, in the shoes of a mother or father fleeing an impossible future in your home country, only to be met at the threshold of the most prosperous nation on the continent with a labyrinth of unimaginable viciousness. You close your eyes and shudder to shake yourself out of this nightmare. You cannot imagine what you would do if you were separated from your child like this. You refuse to imagine it.