From a blog post One day at ICE: A Dialogue on the Philosophy of Immigration by Bryan Caplan.
You: Why are you denying me permission to travel to the U.S.?
U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement [ICE] Agent: You just can’t go. End of story.
You: Why not? There’s got to be a reason.
ICE Agent: Sir, I don’t have to give you a reason.
You: This is going to ruin my life! Have you looked outside the embassy window? People here are literally eating dirt.
ICE Agent: It doesn’t matter. You can’t come, and I refuse to tell you why.
You: Well, it would have to be a pretty good reason to do something so awful to me…
ICE Agent: No comment.
You: Look, I’m not a criminal. I’m not a parasite. I’m not asking for charity. I’ve got a job and an apartment.
ICE Agent: Unfortunately, you don’t have legal permission to work at that job or live in that apartment.
You: Pleeeease just tell me the reason I can’t go home!
ICE Agent: Home, you say?
You: Uh… yea.
ICE Agent: Wait a second. You were born in the United States?
ICE Agent: Oooooooooooooooooooooh! In that case, we do need to give you a good reason why you can’t come to the United States.
You: Great. So what’s your “good reason”?
ICE Agent: We don’t have one. [Briefly types on his computer.] Have a good trip home.
You: Wait a second. I was born in Miami. You’re telling me that if I was born 712 miles to the southeast here in Haiti, you would have forced me to spend the rest of my life here, eating dirt?!
ICE Agent: U.S. policy, sir.
You: Even though you don’t have any good reason to do so?
ICE Agent: Correct.
You: Even though I’m not asking for charity? Even though I’ve got an employer happy employ me and a landlord happy to house me?
ICE Agent: Exactly.
You: [Feels brief shock of moral horror, then shrugs.] Lucky for me I was born in Miami.
ICE Agent: Yep. Enjoy your flight. [Looks up at a long line of hungry Haitians.] Next!