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Several years after I began writing about immigration for the New York Times, a lawyer sent me an email describing calls he had received from two clients who were being held at an immigration detention center in Elizabeth, New Jersey. The callers said that a badly injured man— named “something like Aboubakar”—had been left in an isolation cell, and then taken away near death. “I have no first-hand knowledge,” the lawyer wrote me. “I just thought you might be interested in looking in to it.” This is the way an investigative reporting project often begins, with a tip, a bit of fragmentary information that stirs larger concerns and questions already accumulating on a reporter’s beat. Thanks to a few public interest lawyers toiling in the bowels of immigration detention, I already knew quite a bit about this system. A secretive, billion-dollar hodgepodge of profit-making prisons, county jails and federal detention centers, it was the fastest-growing form of incarceration in the United States, with almost none of the due process safeguards that most New York Times readers took for granted. Certainly I was interested in looking into the case. But advocates who frequented the Elizabeth Detention Center said they were unaware of it, and at Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE)—the agency of the Department of Homeland Security that oversees immigration detention—a spokesperson insisted that without the detainee’s full name and eight-digit alien registration number, he could not even check my information. That was a lie. Years later, I would read the agency’s “significant incident report” about my inquiry, and see in black and white that even

Waging accountability: why investigative journalism is both necessary and insufficient to transforming immigration detention