POSTED: JAN 1, 2026
I was coming out of a fresh market recently and ran into an old friend of one of my buddies. I did not know him well and he did not recognize me but I took a lucky shot at his name and he was startled. I don’t often run into people from Canada here in Malta so it is a common quick bond between people who otherwise would be complete strangers.
It turns out he was in Malta as part of a cruise he and his wife and a few other family members were on that stemmed from a fast last-minute booking to cheer up his wife. They had just experienced a terrible event when trying to cross the border going from Canada to Florida.
While they did not have much time to talk as they only had a day in Malta and much to see it was clear he wanted to share this story as it had been so upsetting for them.
They had left Toronto on a relaxing driving trip to Florida and had planned on meeting some of their family members there. In fact, their granddaughter was going to join them for the drive until the last minute when she was invited to a birthday party and decided to come a few days later with her parents, my friend’s son and his wife. At the Windsor -Detroit border they assumed the process would be straightforward as they had their Nexus cards and passports ready and had filled out some additional forms that are now a requirement of U.S. Customs.
But the process was not at all straightforward and turned into a nightmare. After asking him a few questions the U.S. Customs person asked the fellows wife her name and she gave it. He looked at her somewhat askew and asked the question again. And again, she gave her full name including her two middle names. His response was to ask if she was drunk, at which point her husband jumped back into the dialogue and with a stern look told the customs person she had recently suffered from a stroke. But the customs officer responded with “no, I am pretty sure she is drunk” and told her to step out of the car. My friends response was what triggered the next series of events. He asked if the customs officer had gone to the Trump School For Sensitivity Training? They were both removed from the car and despite the requests of a junior Customs official to reconsider what was happening as he believed her and was not comfortable with his superior calling her a drunk and telling him to put her in a more specialized holding facility, they were both taken off to different holding areas to be interviewed while their car was stripped down.
As it turns out, during the early questions when asked what electronic devices they had with them they had said two cell phones and two laptops, but had not realized that when their granddaughter had changed plans at the last minute, she had left her electronic tablet in a little pink knapsack in the back seat.
It was clear to me that he was wrapping up his story as his wife had just finished her shopping, and as she approached he had to tell me the conclusion. She was released, but he was not only detained but actually charged, held overnight and had to go back to Canada the next day and will not be allowed to return to the United States. He also learned there is no obvious way to do a conventional legal appeal of this decision, only through complex diplomatic routes.
They headed off to enjoy more of their one day in Malta, and I sat down with my groceries to digest what I had just learned.
I have crossed a lot of borders. From West Germany through East Germany to Berlin, into the former Soviet Union in Yugoslavia and several times into Russia when moving dissidents by boat. Regular readers will know from my early posts my role as cook on what later became my boat, when working for others who were moving dissidents, journalists and others in the not too distant past.
Our expectations at borders flow from the nature of what the border is. Often in Europe a border is called a Frontier. It is because it is the edge of where all known things end, and beyond is uncharted wilderness. At least that’s the way I have thought of borders that are called frontiers. In these semi hostile contexts at times passports must be given up, and often customs officers are all powerful authorities who can detain you simply because of their response to how you look.
But most borders are friendly places where yes, a passport or perhaps even a visa is needed, some questions answered, and goods declared, but is more akin to a process like presenting a boarding pass on an airplane or offering up a ticket on a train.
We have been sliding into dangerous times in the world, and instead of having a steady hand at the tiller in the U.S. we are faced with additional layers that are indicative of a right wing authoritarian regime. At that border there were a few in authority who knew what was happening to this older couple was an abuse of power and while they did sympathize, they did not take action. I think its time for more people to step up to the little acts of the abuse of power and the breakdown of the rule of law before it is too late. I fear we may have already have passed that point.
Django














