Give me your tired, re­mem­ber?

Baltimore Sun - - FROM PAGE ONE - Marc Raim, Baltimore

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.

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