Alireza Doroudi, an Iranian PhD student at the University of Alabama, was picked up by ICE without charge. No one will say why. He’s still gone.

Rümeysa Öztürk was a Fulbright scholar at Tufts University. ICE agents in masks and hoodies grabbed her off the street, shoved her into an unmarked car, and vanished her into a Louisiana detention center. Her crime? Writing an op-ed critical of Israel’s actions in Gaza.

Kseniia Petrova, a Russian scientist at Harvard, was deported over a technicality involving frog embryo samples. When she said she feared political persecution in Russia, they shrugged and shackled her anyway.

Momodou Taal, a British-Gambian PhD student at Cornell, was told to surrender himself or be hunted. His activism cost him his place in the country. He left voluntarily. That’s what exile looks like now.

Jessica Brösche, a German tourist, spent eight days in solitary confinement for a visa mix-up. She described her experience as a “horror film.” This is what awaits people who land on the wrong day, at the wrong airport, with the wrong stamp.

Andry Hernández Romero, a Venezuelan asylum seeker, was deported for having religious tattoos that DHS claimed were gang-related. He came here to escape persecution. We handed him over to it.

Francisco García Casique, a barber from Venezuela, was seen in a propaganda video — chained and frog-marched into El Salvador’s mega-prison system. That’s how his family found out where he was.

Jerce Reyes Barrios, a Venezuelan footballer, was deported because ICE misread his Real Madrid tattoo as gang ink. They sent him to a Salvadoran prison. No charges. No gang ties. Just ink.