In more than 20 years reporting on the Home Office, I have witnessed its unholy chaos more times than I can count.
I’ve looked on, aghast, as it admitted deporting completely innocent members of the Windrush generation.
I’ve watched a Home Secretary admit he had freed 1,000 foreign prisoners without looking into whether they should be deported.
I’ve seen the department split in two after being declared ‘not fit for purpose’.
And I’ve chronicled how ministers spent years fighting legal challenges so they could send small-boat migrants to Rwanda, only for the scheme to be inexplicably dropped before it came into force.
But never have I
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