He’s right. We are the garbage can for the rest of the world. We take in people who are ejected from their home countries by famine, war, religious intolerance, and oppression. Their trash is our treasure. We take these people, give them a new home, and make them American.
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!
Holy fuck we have strayed far from our foundations.
He’s right. We are the garbage can for the rest of the world. We take in people who are ejected from their home countries by famine, war, religious intolerance, and oppression. Their trash is our treasure. We take these people, give them a new home, and make them American.
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!
Holy fuck we have strayed far from our foundations.