Border Patrol Agent Christian Sanchez's statement

unassuming” version of an undercover officer in the café below the office.

While he was in the café, I was about seven to ten feet away. We made eye contact as well. As with the previous agents, we continued to observe each other. I helped my children into the car to leave. I have different harassment incidences of this same kind regularly happening to me and my family.

There was also a time, when on my way to a lawyer appointment, with my family, that the car driving head on in the left lane started taking pictures of us from their car. All my wife and I could see was camera flashes from the other vehicle, going at a reduced speed, two feet away from the driver’s side. We continued driving.

Another example of the “ugly” harassment we, as a family, must endure is when cars with tinted windows and sometimes with the windows rolled down do a “slow roll” up and down my street in front of my house.

We live in a small, non traffic, community. It is easily known who lives nearby. I can especially recognize a car that doesn’t reside in this neighborhood when it goes past my house, does a u-turn, and again does a “slow roll” past my house. Sometimes they are different makes/models and other times it’s the same repeat vehicles. This happens about three to four times a week, about twice a day, to my family when I am not home. My wife and children many times just come into the house immediately. On my two days off this harassment is more frequent, about three times a day and it usually isn’t the same car. But the behavior is the same, “slow roll” going past my house and coming back.

The driver is always driving so slowly, one to five miles, you can see his face, make eye contact, see his license plate number and he pretty much leans his body toward our house. The different drivers all exhibit this same intimidating behavior.

On one of these incidents of harassment, a driver decided to not only do the “slow roll” past by house but back into the wooded forest area, in front of my house, with the front of his car facing our breakfast table. This was one of my days off. My wife, children and I were eating breakfast, when I noticed a car in the wooded forest, with its head lights pointed toward our house. The man in the vehicle was just starring at me and my family as we ate our breakfast. We immediately stopped breakfast, and moved the children to a different part of the house. My wife and I brought out our binoculars, stood at the breakfast window and watched him. He never made eye contact. We could see his face very clearly. There wasn’t anything about him or that vehicle he could hide.

As we watched he started getting nervous, so he started scratching his face, blinking his eyes erratically, cleaning his dashboard, eating his sandwich, taking long gulps of his drink, and intensely reading his book.

He couldn’t sit still. Twelve minutes later, he put his seat belt on and