It’s been said that America is a nation of immigrants. Truthfully, America is a nation of many people, some who were already here, some forced to come as slaves, some coming as immigrants or refugees. A country built on such diverse people, shutting its doors to foreign born people of certain countries, the Statue of Liberty must be shedding tears. We’ve done this before, have we not learned our lesson?

https://www.google.com/amp/www.aljazeera.com/amp/indepth/features/2017/01/times-banned-immigrants-170128183528941.html?client=ms-android-americamovil-us (Interestingly, one of the bans was on people with epilepsy, and another on people with HIV, not all were on people from specific countries, although some were. And the HIV ban would have disproportionately affected people from African countries.)

I remember seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time when I was 14 years old and we took a family trip to Ellis Island. There are no words, she was breathtaking. Less than a hundred years before then my ancestors saw the same sight from a ship that brought them here. The Statue of Liberty is a symbol for every immigrant and their family down through the generations. If Trump’s immigration ban stays in place the Statue of Liberty is become nothing but a sign of hypocrisy and a lie. 

We can keep our country safe without compromising our principles. We don’t have to alienate or marginalize people because they come from a country that has people who don’t like us. That only creates more people who don’t like us. Think of all the countries that we have had issues with in the past but today have good or decent relationships with, what will our relationship be like 20 years from now with these countries that we have currently banned? Maybe we will still be in the same situation, but maybe we will have moved forward and found common ground. One thing is certain, banning an entire country of people, seven to be exact, many of whom have helped us in the War on Terror, will only move us backwards.

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!”

Emma Lazarus (November 2, 1883)

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