The following poem is on a plaque at the Statute of Liberty.
“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!”
Anyone who has come to this country to escape violence in their home countries should be welcomed, not imprisoned. Those who have been impoverished by U.S. trade agreements designed to benefit corporations should receive priority for legal status and for citizenship.
If elected, I will work to:
Stop the Deportations
Empty the detention centers
Stop breaking up families.