Five deportations. Count them the way this country failed to. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. July 1, 2015. Pier 14, San Francisco. A 32-year-old woman is walking arm-in-arm with her father, watching the light on the bay, the way daughters and fathers do. A bullet strikes her in the back. Her last words went to the man whose arm she was holding. “Help me, Dad.” He could not. The man with the gun had been deported five times. A sixth deportation was scheduled. Instead, the federal government shipped him to San Francisco over a 20-year-old minor drug warrant. The city dropped that charge, and under its sanctuary policy released him rather than hand him to the immigration officers who had asked, in writing, to come pick him up. Weeks later, a father was holding his dying daughter on a pier. Congress wrote a bill to raise penalties on criminals who keep coming back across this border. They gave it her name. Kate’s Law. It passed the House in 2017. It has never become law. Eleven summers have gone by on that pier. Her father is still waiting for this country to answer the last thing she ever asked for. Help. She should be alive. God bless every American who refuses to stop counting at five.