Who are they?
They are people who believe in the American dream more strongly than we ourselves believe--for they have heard this said of America:
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
They are unarmed men, women and children--families. And we meet them at the border with 5000 heavily armed professional soldiers. The shame is ours, not theirs.
They are hungry, poor, afraid, hopeful. They are not Middle Eastern terrorists. They are the terrorized. They are by and large Christian, their souls steeped in the Judeo-Christian narrative of exodus, coming out of Egypt, bound for the promised land. They're not looking for milk and honey, a free ride, stolen treasure, for they know more of hardship than most Americans will ever know and they have walked farther than most Americans will ever walk. They hope to work, to eat, to feed their children, to find peace and safety.
And we meet them with 5000 soldiers.
They are not bringing drugs, they are not bringing guns, they are not bringing bombs. We Americans have all those things already. They are not bringing money or cars or caviar or I-Pads or stereo systems or drones or personal household assistants, or any of these totems of our American dream. We already have those things, for all the good they do us. They are bringing destitution, hunger, in hopes of finding sustenance and safety.
For they have heard this said:
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
They are people who believe in the American dream more strongly than we ourselves believe--for they have heard this said of America:
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
They are unarmed men, women and children--families. And we meet them at the border with 5000 heavily armed professional soldiers. The shame is ours, not theirs.
They are hungry, poor, afraid, hopeful. They are not Middle Eastern terrorists. They are the terrorized. They are by and large Christian, their souls steeped in the Judeo-Christian narrative of exodus, coming out of Egypt, bound for the promised land. They're not looking for milk and honey, a free ride, stolen treasure, for they know more of hardship than most Americans will ever know and they have walked farther than most Americans will ever walk. They hope to work, to eat, to feed their children, to find peace and safety.
And we meet them with 5000 soldiers.
They are not bringing drugs, they are not bringing guns, they are not bringing bombs. We Americans have all those things already. They are not bringing money or cars or caviar or I-Pads or stereo systems or drones or personal household assistants, or any of these totems of our American dream. We already have those things, for all the good they do us. They are bringing destitution, hunger, in hopes of finding sustenance and safety.
For they have heard this said:
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
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