"The Lowest Animal" Mark Twain
"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-tossed to me,
After watching the segment about
Immigration at the turn of the 20th
Century that fed thousands of poor
And dispossessed into New York
In an astonishingly moving
Documentary, my thoughts turned
To the plight of Syrian and Middle
Eastern refugees and of our country’s
Thus far accepting so few by world
Comparison. Taking in foreigners
Either temporarily or as permanent
Residents has revealed how insincerely
Newly settled peoples and those of
So called first families held Emma
Lazarus’s profoundly sympathetic
Statement. America could be
Characterized as having this
Welcoming heart as immigrants
Approached Ellis Island and saw
The statue from the front. But
Having cleared the process
And been dumped into the
Lower East Side, immigrants
And their progeny appeared
To have shut the door behind
Them. Once they'd scrambled
Up to some position of wealth
And means they quickly forgot
The story of their salvation and
Said, “No more.” Not only were
Their forebears regarded as the
“Worst batch of peasants ever
Accepted as citizens to be, least
Educated, least prepared for the
Labor awaiting them,” some
Thought to say, “Europe is
Vomiting.” They had forgotten
That Georgia was settled by
Criminals exiled from England.
But what they forgot most was
How this land had become
Theirs, ignored what hypocrites
They were to deny others’ entry.
Twain’s remark appeared after
Lazarus’s and disclosed a more
Cynical view of land promised
To one people or another. No
One is born with a deed in their
Behind marking them for
This place or that. If we’ve
Been in one place a while we
Come to regard it as ours and
The law recognizes that. But
In a larger sense we're in one
Boat with none guaranteed
This or that seat, especially in
A country founded on ethnic
Cleansing of its inhabitants, its
Enslavement of other nations,
Its exclusion of refugees seeking
Haven from one of the vilest
Genocides of the twentieth
Century. A fortress America? Is
That what we’ve become? A great
Gated middle class on stolen land?
c. J.S.Manista, 2016
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