As far as I know, the entirety of my family tree came from elsewhere. England, Ireland. Eastern Europe. To my knowledge, I have no indigenous blood running through my veins. My ancestors came here, to America, seeking refuge, hoping for a better life. And America was that for them - for so many million of us - a place where we are all invited, where we are all free. The Statue of Liberty shining in a harbor, emblematic of that welcoming spirit.
Give me your tired, your poor... your huddled masses yearning to break free.
Today the world was shocked by President Trump's inhumane executive order, which, among other things, banned all people from 7 countries, including Syria, whose citizens were banned indefinitely (and who need our help, desperately).
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me.
President Trump - you do not speak for me when you say "we do not want them there". I have no hate in my heart, no fear in my head. We are all immigrants. I am ashamed that you represent me.
How can this man (and his supporters) claim to be "pro life" and yet anti-refugee? Do they see what will happen to these people? These people are just like our ancestors were, one or two hundred years later. The hypocrisy is both heartbreaking and enraging.
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.