Yes, this story is quite fishy. I’m inclined to believe ICE followed proper procedure in this case.
But, Homeland Security agents are pretty scary.
Years ago I answered the door to loud banging. I was greeted by 4 muscular agents (even the woman agent looked like she could bench press 400lbs) with big guns drawn, and POLICE HOMELAND SECURITY emblazoned on their stab and ballistic vests.
Good golly, what’s this all about?!? I answered the door thinking I’d have to brush off some guy wanting to pressure wash my driveway, or maybe place an order for some Thin Mint girl scout cookies. Looking down the business ends of four 9mm Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine guns was not on my list of “who’s that knocking at my door” possibilities; at least not until I’ve had my first cup of coffee.
…could this be about that Cuban cigar a friend gave me last month? It was a knock-off Cohiba, probably rolled in Tampa—promise!
Tibby: H-Hello?
Agent: [holds a large photo to my face] Do you know this woman?
Tibby: …uh, yes, that’s our nanny (our live-in au pair from Poland).
Agent: Where did just drive off to?
Tibby: She took my daughters to pre-school.
Agent: When will she be back?
Tibby: In a few minutes, I suppose. What did she…[they cut me off mid-sentence]
Agent: Don’t try to contact her! We’ll be back. [they scatter back into the woodwork]
Gee, I can’t wait…
A few minutes later I answer the door again to loud knocking. Now the 4 agents are holding our nanny. She’s silently crying.
Agent: Can we do this in your house?
Tibby: Do what in my house? Well…ok, but what did she… [they cut me off again and push nanny into the foyer and into the kitchen]
Nanny: I’m so sorry, Mr. Tibby…
Just as they had nanny bent over our kitchen table, reading her rights and cuffing her, my brother-in-law, Art, walked in the back door to the kitchen. He was holding a bag.
Art: You got the coffee brewing, Tibby?..oops…wha?.. [the agents point their big guns at Art. Art drops the bag and raises his hands]
Agent (s): Who’s this guy?
Tibby: That’s Art, my brother-in-law. He and my sister are visiting from Pennsylvania.
Agent: What’s in the bag?
Art: B-b-bagels…f-f-from Lox Stock & Bagels…[agent #2 inspects the bag, no doubt pissed there are no donuts in there]
Agent: You can go. [Art tip-toes back out the door, and no doubt swallowed a handful of his heart medicine]
I knew the nanny was pilfering vodka from our liquor cabinet, but I didn’t think that was the reason for her arrest. She was a good nanny…with a bit of a drinking problem. She drank after hours, so it didn’t affect my kids. I felt sorry for her. She had a hard life.
Turns out she was peripherally involved in a major scandal involving the United States Navy. Later on she flipped on bigger fish in the scam and got a reduced sentence. My goofy (now ex) wife hired her back when she got out of prison. Our vodka continued to evaporate. She later started a business selling cupcakes. They were good cupcakes.
So, in this case, DHS was justified in the arrest, but they’re pretty hard core and overly intimidating. But, I must say they were pussycats compared to my later encounters with the FBI.