In 1883, Emma Lazarus, a young Jewish woman who cared for detained immigrants in New York, wrote a poem she titled “ The New Colossus ” to raise money for the pedestal to support the Statue of Liberty, a gift from the people of France.

To many Americans, the last few lines are the most meaningful and familiar.

“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!”

The lamp is out

The lamp is dark, the door slammed shut.

Nothing remains, it would seem, but for Donald Trump to tear down the statue, as he did the East Wing of the White House, and sell the 31 tons of copper and 125 tons of steel for scrap.

On the eve of the governme

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