Better idea, put his face on the Statue of Liberty.
That would show them.
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.
These lines were the ending of the poem, The New Colossus by Emma Lazurus, 19th C. American poet.