Yukon-born, BC resident Jasmine Mooney describes the horrifying experience.
Wasn’t she a Maple Maga?
We’ll see if this experience is humbling for her in any way. If she wasn’t aware of what was happening before, then she will be very aware now from first-hand experience.
You were!
Reminder that Americans and their defenders in the CPC will tell you that she did something wrong, and why should she expect special treatment?
And indeed yes, the biggest difference now is that the horrid treatment that minorities have long face is applied to Canadians now. Even conventionally attractive white Canadians.
We liked the special treatment, but the regular treatment was never okay. We should have rejected the special treatment then but we were cowards and getting special treatment felt nice. You can save a few bucks on cheese, after all. The weather was nice.
Because anyone can make a mistake. Marooney did, but I make mistakes sometimes and you could too.
Don’t let this happen to you, do not choose to enter the United States.
Reminder that Americans and their defenders in the CPC will tell you that she did something wrong
She was trying to apply for a renewal of her exiatin work permit and ICE complained that the letterhead on one of the documents she presented was wrong.
I don’t know that we have an accurate perspective on what the actual reasons were. Perhaps she’s telling the truth, perhaps she’s selecting truths that paint her actions in the best light.
But to me it doesn’t matter. She had a somewhat reasonable expectation of special treatment because we had been given special treatment before. We are surprised because it is new, this is why it’s being published as news.
The specifics of her mistake don’t matter because we all make mistakes. So if I make a mistake I will be treated like I’d expect them to treat the mistake made by a Muslim person or a Haitian. And that isn’t a risk I’d willingly take, because I do make mistakes sometimes.
Deplorable.
Thirty of us shared one room. We were given one Styrofoam cup for water and one plastic spoon that we had to reuse for every meal. I eventually had to start trying to eat and, sure enough, I got sick. None of the uniforms fit, and everyone had men’s shoes on. The towels they gave us to shower were hand towels. They wouldn’t give us more blankets. The fluorescent lights shined on us 24/7.
Everything felt like it was meant to break you. Nothing was explained to us. I wasn’t given a phone call. We were locked in a room, no daylight, with no idea when we would get out.
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To put things into perspective: I had a Canadian passport, lawyers, resources, media attention, friends, family and even politicians advocating for me. Yet, I was still detained for nearly two weeks.
Imagine what this system is like for every other person in there.
The reality became clear: Ice detention isn’t just a bureaucratic nightmare. It’s a business. These facilities are privately owned and run for profit.
Companies like CoreCivic and GEO Group receive government funding based on the number of people they detain, which is why they lobby for stricter immigration policies. It’s a lucrative business: CoreCivic made over $560m from Ice contracts in a single year. In 2024, GEO Group made more than $763m from Ice contracts.
There’s a whole lot of “I’m just doing my job” in this retelling. When will these assholes stand up to the fascist regime operating torture chambers.
That wasn’t an acceptable excuse at the Nuremberg trials.
Ehhhhhhhhhh…depends what the person’s job was
"I’m sorry I am just doing my job…
and loving it."
That story is absolutely heart-breaking. It’s funny to me that reading that story, I can just tell I wouldn’t like Jasmine Mooney. We wouldn’t get along on a personal level. Her humour isn’t my kind. Her view of things doesn’t line up with how I perceive the world. We wouldn’t be friends. And yet, I’m so incredibly moved by her story and I really respect the humility she shows in highlighting the stories of the other women she met in that system. I’m going to share this around, this feels really important.