Recalling the plight of the recent deportation of a mother whose daughter was born in America and reading the Sunday Journal this morning, I was reminded of our famous reassuring and welcoming notice to new arrivals:
“Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
Surely, our new President must feel compelled to issue a new Directive to update these words with, “except for Muslims and Mexicans.”
Recalling the plight of the recent deportation of a mother whose daughter was born in America and reading the Sunday Journal this morning, I was reminded of our famous reassuring and welcoming notice to new arrivals:
“Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
Surely, our new President must feel compelled to issue a new Directive to update these words with, “except for Muslims and Mexicans.”
“Oh, the humanity!”