Jesurgislac’s Journal

August 16, 2008

Kafka Ng.

Someone must have been telling lies about Jason Ng, he knew he had done nothing wrong but, one morning, he was arrested.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lock them up till they’re dead meat.

He complained of back pain. He had spinal cancer. They let him sleep on a lower bunk, and let him have painkillers and muscle relaxants as long as he had strength to queue for them. When he couldn’t walk as far as the visiting area to see his lawyer, he was denied a wheelchair. He had cancer in his liver, lungs and bones, and a fractured spine. But they shackled him and drove him from Central Falls, Rhode Island, to Hartford, Connecticut, and back again the same day, to try to get him to agree to give up his appeals and be deported back to Hong Kong. They failed. He died.

Mr. Ng’s death follows a succession of cases that have drawn Congressional scrutiny to complaints of inadequate medical care, human rights violations and a lack of oversight in immigration detention, a rapidly growing network of publicly and privately run jails where the government held more than 300,000 people in the last year while deciding whether to deport them.

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