Margotlog: "Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Be Free"
The photo on the front page of the StarTribune
6/16/18 shows a boy, around six, staring up at an adult in combat garb toting a
night-stick and hand gun. Behind the boy stands another adult wearing a red
t-shirt, worn jeans, and running shoes.
How is it possible that the United States, home of
immigrants from around the world, has begun in a big way, the separation of immigrant children from
their parents? In 1900, my Italian grandmother, newly arrived in New York from Sicily. Her husband had served in the Italiay army and been sent to the North where he converted to Protestantism. When he returned to their tiny town in northern Sicily and built a small church for a very small congregation, Catholic townpeople burned it. He rebuilt, but the townpeople burned the second church. Fearing for their lives, the family came to New York. There Rose who would become my grandmother became so concerned
for the hungry children and poorly clad women around her in the New York tenements that she
delivered food, warm clothing, and blankets to residents three flights up. She
soon collapsed and died.
Doing good for those in need is surely at the heart of every
religious tradition on earth—that is, except for the Trump administration.
Trump & Company have ordered thousands of children to be separated from their
parents who’ve illegally crossed the U.S./Mexican border.
"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!"
Let us be the lamp of hope, as we offer freedom from want, charity toward all, and acceptance among us.
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