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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
-Emma Lazarus
This portion of "The New Colossus,"by Emma Lazarus, is rightly famous, and often quoted. I realize that the use of this quote may seem cliche at this point, but I really do find the words beautiful and inspiring. To be a citizen of a country that may serve as a refuge to others is an amazing privilege and responsibility.
Like most Americans, I am descended from immigrants. My family came from various parts of Europe. The last of the immigrants in my family left the Netherlands in 1912. My great grandfather was among them, along with his parents and siblings. My great grandfather died before I was born, but I did meet his two sisters, who lived into their nineties. I sometimes wonder if contact (however brief) with older relatives who spoke heavily accented English helped cement in my mind the concept of the US being a nation of immigrants.
I know very few details about my family's immigration story. However, to the best of my knowledge, none of my family's immigrants were wealthy, and none of them had attained a high level of formal education. Yet, I am the daughter of a professor and an attorney. I myself have one master's degree, and am on the verge of starting another. I have held several professional jobs. I also have the privilege of living in an area with a large number of recent immigrants and seeing how they contribute to our society.
My wish for this Independence Day is for the US to live up to Emma Lazarus' beautiful poem. Whether the people in question are central Americans fleeing gang violence, Syrians fleeing a long and brutal civil war, Yemenis fleeing a war that the US government supports (!), or anyone else who needs refuge, I hope we can open our hearts and minds to them and allow them to enrich our great country.
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