Give me your tired, remember?
As Donald Trump seemingly changes his position on immigration almost daily (“Immigraiton stew,” Aug. 30), perhaps he should visit the Statue of Liberty and read the poem, “The New Colossus,” by Emma Lazarus which is inscribed on the pedestal.
The poem doesn’t mention deporting millions of people, but instead ends with the immortal 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!” America has always been a nation of immigrants, and it will continue to be so in the future. Mr. Trump’s shameful proposed assault against immigrants is more than unworkable and short-sighted, it is downright un-American.