Give Us Your Tired Your Poor…

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What happened to Give us your tired your poor…? According to Trump immigrants/visitors are welcome as long as they are white christians. No Mexicans, no Muslims. We don’t want immigrants, we don’t want imports.  We will sell you goods but we don’t want your goods. Let’s turn the country into an island unto itself.

This will not make us great again. It will not make us safer. It will make us infinitely poorer.

Background on the poem from which the famous lines that adorn the Stature of Liberty (from a Katie Reilly TIME article); Emma Lazarus, who was born in New York City in 1849 to a wealthy Jewish family, composed “The New Colossus.” Lazarus drew inspiration from her Sephardic Jewish heritage and from her work on Ward’s Island, where she helped Jewish refugees who had been detained by immigration authorities, according to the National Park Service.

“Wherever there is humanity, there is the theme for a great poem,” she once said, according to the Jewish Women’s Archives. The poem in its entirety:

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”