Trump Presidency, Refugees, and the Golden Door

Fallen Maiden political poem

Reading about Trump potentially signing a temporary immigration ban that targets muslims and refugees not only saddens, but it disgusts me. One, refugees are victoms of attrocities in parts of the world where they don’t have the sheltered freedoms and niceties that we have the luxury to possess. Those refugees. Families. Children. They need the love, compassion, and support of the “world’s greatest nation”. If we don’t help, who does? Shutting that door sickens me. We should be a better people than that.

Two, targeting muslims saddens and embarrases me. What is this country? Are we not a melting pot? Where did we come from? Where is the Mother of Exiles from whose hand glows world-wide welcome? Your tired. Your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. And yes, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Aren’t they welcome? The homeless, tempest-tost?

I’ve spent much of my adult life working at a University that is home to many international students that represent all walks of life and religions. I’ve had the great privilege of learning that we are all just people. In all complexities and diversities. Both powerful and frail. Godly or godless. It’s understanding, compassion, and the willingness to leave the door open that makes/made our country the open door many wanted to walk through.

Who is left to hold the lamp by the golden door?

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