Paul Grussendorf

Judge Grussendorf's career in public service spans 25 years as the director of one of the top law school's immigration law clinics in Washington DC and as an immigration judge in Philadelphia and San Francisco. His book MY TRIALS: WHAT I LEARNED IN IMMIGRATION COURT lays bare the shocking practices and routine abuse of immigrants who appear in our nation's immigration courts. Judge Grussendorf began his career representing asylum applicants at the Central American Refugee Center in Washington, DC. at the height of the wars in Central America. He was then named director of the immigration law clinic at George Washington University Law School, where he championed the rights of immigrants and asylum applicants, and later became an immigration law judge. Many of his decisions in the courts of Philadelphia, Baltimore and San Francisco were cutting-edge precedents affording protection to battered spouses, gays, and refugees from civil strife in Africa, Central America and Asia. His book is the first and only publication by an insider of the immigration court system.

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T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
THANKS ALL YOU GUYS,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"

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We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.