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I am a 12th generation American. My paternal ancestor Thomas Hooke immigrated here from England on the ship “Goulden Wheat Sheaf” in 1668 under bondage to the captain of that ship. His great grandson, James, served as a Captain in the Virginia Militia in the Revolutionary War. Members of my family have lived on this land longer than our country has been a country. We are all immigrants.
This quote is a portion of the second part of a sonnet by Emma Lazarus: The New Colossus. She donated it to raise funds for the construction of the pedestal for the Statue of Liberty. The full text of the poem has been on display on a plaque on that pedestal since 1903.
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "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 New Colossus" (1883) 🗽📜🇺🇸 ・・・・・ #Repost @z_al with @repostapp ・・・・・ @the_oa @britmarling @netflix #statueofliberty #theoa #netflix #britmarling #oa #zalbatmanglij #emmalazarus #thenewcolossus #sonnet #1883 #libertyisland #newyork #statueofliberty #thestatueofliberty #freedom #🇺🇸 #🗽 #huddledmasses #breathe #free #givemeyourtired #homeless #temptest #yearningtobreathefree #huddledmassesyearningtobreathefree #sendthesethehomelesstempesttosttome #strongertogether #OURmerica #landforallpeople
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In light of (or, in the dark of) President Trump’s recent executive order suspending the immigration of Muslims from several countries and restricting immigration from Syria indefinitely, it is time for a serious reevaluation of what is “American,” because turning our backs on countries attempting to give us their tired and their poor is apparently “American” now. We are the very thing we swore we would never become, the very thing we swore to hate. We are no longer loved by the rest of the world as a safe-haven for all races and religions. We now are seen as a fairy tale, a land gilded by the promising guise of opportunity and freedom to cover up the hypocrisy and hatred lying beneath. So the question I’m really hoping to find an answer to is why. Is this what half of the country wanted when Trump was elected, to slap people in need of desperate help across the face, while claiming it is to protect the American people from a potential terrorist disaster?
The fact is, radical Islamic terrorists would not be flocking here as fake refugees from warzones. In fact, terrorists might support Donald Trump’s presidency, as his actions will do nothing but spur unrest which may lead to more people joining ISIS. Donald Trump, by embarrassing and labeling Islam as un-American and evil has given terrorists the tools to strengthen their propaganda. Strong propaganda is the goal of any terrorist group—as they want as many people to see their message as possible. On another note, the order’s preference to admit Christians over Muslims makes little sense to me, as Islam and Christianity share many similarities in teachings—both teach peace, love, acceptance, and faithfulness. Yes, there is a small group of Muslims (ISIS) who deny these teachings in favor of violence, but there is also a small group of Christians (KKK) who do the same thing.
But, with that aside, it is clear that the support for this order comes directly from fear. The American people are afraid—afraid for their way of life, for their freedom, and for their safety. And whether or not people in America who aren’t in a minority are actually disenfranchised or unsafe (because I would argue that they are safe and not disenfranchised), it is still a serious issue that must be addressed by the government. But banning immigrants from the US based on religion is not the slightest way to go about fixing this. The best way to put into perspective as to why is to imagine. To those who do feel in danger and support Trump’s order as a way to feel safe: imagine that you are in physical danger every day of your life. Imagine that every day, jets split the skies above you and and bombs mash the earth around you. Imagine screaming in terror as your loved ones cry, tears for those lost to the violence that’s taken them. Imagine never asking for this, imagine not understanding why this has to happen, because you’ve never hurt anybody in your life. You fear ISIS, you fear humanity, you fear going to sleep every night and waking up every morning. But there is hope! You were promised a place with opportunity and freedom, where you will be safe for the rest of your life. A place without this destruction and horror, a place where the “huddled masses yearning to breathe free” are accepted as friends and not as burdens. Now, imagine that the people in that place tell you no. They tell you that you hate them, they tell you that YOU are the enemy, that YOU will cause harm to THEM simply by BEING WHAT YOU ARE—and that is broken. Broken by all the war and hatred you never deserved, never even asked to be born into, because if it was up to you, you would not have been. How would you feel? Tell me honestly—how would you feel?
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the new colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “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
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