The words, my friends. The words!

Just a thought...

  Any politician who opposes allowing 10,000 Syrian refugees (that's 10,000 human beings fleeing an absolute disaster at home) into the United States should have to provide a detailed chart showing their Native American lineage going back at least as far as the Mayflower.   See, we're all (well, the overwhelming majority) immigrants -- or the descendants of immigrants. And, as each new wave of people has sought these shores -- whether to escape war, or famine, or to seek economic opportunities -- the previous waves sought to block them, or discriminated against them.   On the pedestal of The Statue of Liberty -- the first thing so many immigrants to America saw -- is a poem by Emma Lazarus. It reads (in part):   "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!"   That door must remain open. - Bud Koenemund