My paternal grandfather arrived penniless on Elis Island. My paternal grandmother arrived penniless on Ellis Island. They met as servants in the household of a wealthy capitalist.
My mother didn't come to the USA though Ellis Island, and she wasn't penniless, but she certainly wasn't rich when she came here after WW2. The spirit of Emma Lazarus allowed me to come into existence. God bless the wretched refuse of the teeming shores. This country now spits on people like those who came here in the condition of my forebears and built the damn place. jrs On May 13, 2014, at 1:48 PM, Srini RamaKrishnan wrote: > On Tue, May 13, 2014 at 10:56 PM, Heather Madrone <[email protected]> wrote: >> SS wrote: >>> >>> >>> Surely US immigration policies should allow in 100,000 of the poorest, >>> illiterate low caste Indians every year so that they can taste freedom >>> and opportunity in the land of milk and honey? >> >> >> >> BWHAHAHAHAHA! >> >> Pull the other one. It's got bells on. > > So you say Emma Lazarus' words must be remembered more in their spirit > than in action, eh? > > "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 trouble with playing Big Daddy is Daddy has big shoes to fill. > > I also don't think we need to go to any extreme length to find > evidence of any imperial power's hypocrisy, kingship is such, it turns > any well meaning nation into a hypocrite. Power corrupts. >
