On the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty, enshrined in bronze, are the immortal lines of Emma Lazarus’s “The New Colossus.” They speak not of conquest or power, but of profound, boundless humanitarianism: “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, … Continue reading Emma Lazarus, The Statue of Liberty, Donald Trump and the Enduring Message of the New Colossus