The border depiction is terrifying — because I know what crossing really entails. It entails paying a coyote $10,000 and up to take you across, all the while knowing your family will be in debt to his criminal buddies for years to come. It means listening to snakes at night while shivering in the mountains. It means walking for miles in 120 degree heat and praying that your half gallon of water lasts. it means drinking your own urine if it doesn’t. It means hoping the bigots haven’t trashed the emergency agua containers. If you’re a woman, it usually means being raped. It means not seeing your family for months or years. And it means hoping you won’t end up being one of the 600 each year who perishes in the Sonoran Desert.