2016 Postmortem
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tymorial
(3,433 posts)Give me your white tired, your white poor, your white huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
whathehell
(29,094 posts)The terrible decline in our middle class.
maxsolomon
(33,400 posts)30 years of Republican policy.
whathehell
(29,094 posts)COLGATE4
(14,732 posts)workersuntie
(34 posts)The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "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!"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Colossus