A visitor to the Statue of Liberty may stop to read Emma Lazarus’ brilliant poem “The New Colossus,” which ends with these unforgettable words:
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.
Europe is teeming with hundreds of thousands of just such people desperately hoping to find refuge where they can work and raise their families in peace and safety.
Shouldn’t America lift its lamp for these people as well?
