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!—Emma Lazarus, @ the foot of the Statue of Liberty.
How might we interpret these words in light of the challenges of immigration, gender difference, today's poor, refuse, and homeless? It seems to me that many are fond of hailing to this country's beginnings and yet forget what it claimed to represent despite its often failed example.
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