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Man deported 4 times found again in Delaware
WILMINGTON, Del. ? A man deported from the United States at least four times since 2000 ? each time following an arrest in Delaware ? was arrested here again in February, this time with a bag of cash, according to a document made public by the FBI.
http://www.gannett-cdn.com/-mm-/c8f7...0916Garcia.jpg hotlinked Wilmington police suspected that Richard Diaz-Garcia, a citizen of the Dominican Republic, was in the United States illegally after he was arrested Feb. 1 in Newark, Del., about 15 miles away, according to court records. Officers seized $5,000 that Diaz-Garcia held in a black bag, and $393 that he had in his pockets, according to the FBI document. Wilmington Police spokeswoman Andrea Janvier did not respond to requests for comment about the arrest, and why it reportedly took place in Newark. FBI spokesman David Fitz would not provide details about the case, saying the Wilmington FBI office was been "extremely busy." Man deported 4 times found again in Delaware |
poor immigrant, they need to give more handouts for sure.
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So racist to post news about Latinos :2 cents:
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$5,000 doesn't come from flipping burgers. Odds on he was selling drugs.
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