Unpublished Newswire

Nestor and José had just stepped off the Greyhound bus from New York City, and like other migrants gathering at the Sunoco station just off Interstate 87 in Plattsburgh, the two Venezuelan friends were desperate for a taxi ride to Canada. They wore only thin jackets and no gloves or hats. Nestor’s hands were shaking after only a few minutes outside—at 3:30 in the afternoon, when it was still a relatively warm three degrees. Over the next two nights, the temperature would plunge to minus eleven and then to minus seventeen degrees. This would be no walk in the woods. But that was...