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Landscape photo of the border town of Tecate, with a fence dividing the arid valley

How Migrants Cross Trump’s U.S.-Mexico Wall

Canadian photographer Isabelle Hayeur has been documenting the growing crisis on America’s southern border
By Rosemary Counter Photography by Isabelle Hayeur

June 30, 2025

Québécois photographer and video artist Isabelle Hayeur has always been drawn to no man’s lands. She finds them everywhere—at Strasbourg’s Court of Human Rights, amid the scorched chaos of B.C. wildfires and in the deserted region of the Salton Sea in California. But in the case of her haunting series Borderlands, they found her. 

In January of 2024, while working in California on another project, Hayeur began following reports about the growing crisis at the Mexico-U.S. border. Once concentrated in Texas, the surge of migrants had shifted westward, and California had become an epicentre. Since the border’s post-pandemic reopening in 2021, U.S. Customs and Border Protection have recorded over seven million migrant encounters along the southwestern frontier. There were nearly 250,000 in December of 2023 alone, the highest monthly number ever reported at the time. 

Curious, Hayeur drove to Jacumba Hot Springs, California, hoping to document asylum seekers trying to sneak past Trump’s infamous wall. She arrived to find exactly that. At dawn and dusk, hordes of people would cross through the wall’s many breaches and breaks. “Sometimes I slept in my car so I wouldn’t miss them,” she says. She saw single people, families with children and large groups. Hayeur remained firmly on American soil but could peer through the wall’s tall wooden planks to see the Mexican side.

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Theoretically, Border Patrol agents would drive up and down the dirt road along the wall to detain each person before either refusing their entry or releasing them with a future immigration court date. In practice, they were completely inundated. Their detainment centres were unequipped to manage so many migrants, who were consequently told to wait hours or even days for their turn.

In the meantime, migrants made makeshift camps, which did little to protect them from the inhospitable desert. Summer days got as hot as 40°C while winter nights went well below zero. Shelter, food and water were in short supply; the asylum seekers, already exhausted and traumatized, also had to contend with heatstroke and dehydration.

Not everyone waiting at the border was a migrant. “Human traffickers often hid in bushes and told people where and how to cross—sometimes they had ladders or they cut the barbed wire,” says Hayeur. Their services came at a steep price. Mexican cartels charged at least $10,000 to smuggle a migrant over the border and past American agents; migrants who could not pay could be kidnapped and held for ransom or forced to act as drug mules.

It was a bleak scene, but humanity persisted. “Volunteers brought tarps, blankets, food and water,” says Hayeur. Migrants were usually patient and co-operative, and Border Patrol agents were surprisingly kind and respectful. “Officers told me the crossings never stop. They know better than anyone what a bad situation this is.” As asylum seekers and border crossings hit record highs in Canada—prompting a recent $1.3-billion boost to border security—Borderlands offers an intimate glimpse of those seeking a better future at any cost. Below, Hayeur shares the stories behind some of her most memorable images.

Landscape photo of the border town of Tecate, with a fence dividing the arid valley

“The bordertown of Tecate looks a certain way on one side and completely different on the other. On the right of the wall is a bustling city in Mexico with more than 100,000 people. On the left is an unincorporated community and mostly empty desert in the U.S. Sometimes there are cousins living on opposite sides of the wall.”


A group of migrants huddle on the side of a sandy road

“Everyone has expectations about what refugees look like, and sometimes we’re wrong. This group all crossed together, each with a single bag, looking stylish and well-dressed. Some are wealthy and paid thousands to come. They’re happy to be in America, where they’re told all their dreams will come true.”


The sun shines through tall wooden planks in the U.S.-Mexico border fence

“I stayed on the American side of the border, but you can see right through to the other side of the wall—in this case, to a Mexican army camp.”


Smoke rises from a burning pile of garbage.

“A group of people from the Middle East camped here. They had travelled separately, but they gathered together briefly. When I took this photo, they had just left—their fire was still burning—and it was an absolute mess. Some local people were complaining about the garbage while others were cleaning it up.”


A collapsed blue tent lies in an open sandy area scattered with rocks.

“The temperature the previous night had been minus-five, so locals donated tents, blankets and warm clothes. In the morning, Border Patrol agents brought buses to move the migrants inside to get warm.”


U.S. border patrol agents speak to a dark-haired male migrant.

“Usually things were cool and quiet but, on this day, there was an aggressive altercation that became a fight. It was mostly in Spanish. Border Patrol officers were trying to figure out the culprit.”


A surveillance tower looms above a desert landscape with a dark line—the border wall—visible on the horizon.

“This is a surveillance camera in the valley at Ocotillo, California. The dark line near the horizon is the infamous wall.”


Close-up of a stamped passport page and a red Norwegian passport cover.

“As soon as people cross, they discard all their papers and passports. They don’t want to be identified, particularly if they could have applied for proper travel visas to come to America. It was common to find discarded passports on the ground.”


Migrants walk along the wooden border wall to the far left side of a paved road as cars drive past them.

“Right after they cross, migrants walk until they’re picked up by Border Patrol vehicles, shown here. This happens very quickly. Within 10 or 15 minutes, all of these people were picked up and gone, whether by arranged cars, American agents or smugglers, leaving the wall and the road empty again.”