Yes, give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Just be sure they come here legally, like my grandparents did, when they got off the boat at Ellis Island.
Yes, give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Just be sure they come here legally, like my grandparents did, when they got off the boat at Ellis Island.
And Emma Lazarus poem was never meant to be official US immigration policy. It was a POEM by a pampered Greenwich Village blueblood.