A red pickup truck pulls up next to a migrant tent encampment in the Mexican city of Tijuana, its bed filled with loaves of bread and clothes. Men, women and children run to meet it.
“A line! Form a line!” someone yells. A woman in a long skirt climbs into the truckbed and begins to preach into a microphone: “You all are hoping to cross into the United States!” she says. “You all are hoping to be blessed! Well, take God’s hand!”