Immigration is our future.
It’s about choosing love over fear.
“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, The New Colossus
We are all lost. Trying to be found. Trying to create ourselves. In this giant, mysterious, beautiful place known as life.
You see, we are all one people. All trying not only to survive, but to thrive within the fragile shells of ourselves and within the connected world that we share in order to create a place where all can live to the full potential of their endless, unimaginable dreams.
To live in a world that a young Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. dreamed of one day, where all people can hold hands and grow stronger together.
A place where we do not leave anyone behind, because we know that if we do, we are not only hurting those that are forgotten, but we are hurting the very fabric of what we call home.
We would be hurting everything that we have built. Every community that has been built. Every step forward that we have walked. Every mountain that we have climbed. It would all crumble, because America is not about turning our backs on others. We are not a nation of one person. We are not a nation of many individuals. We are a nation of the huddled masses that are yearning to breathe free.
A nation of the hopeful that know that our brightest days are always ahead of us. Not lost in the urges of yesterday’s nostalgia.
A nation of the brave that know that risking everything for the chance of a better tomorrow for strangers that have yet to be met, is always worth the pain and suffering of today.
A nation of the diverse that know that our differences are what allow us to solve some of the grandest of challenges. That allow us to innovate and solve the most complex of problems.
A nation of the curious that know that we should never shut the door on knowledge and understanding. That we should never shut ourselves off from the world.
A nation of the lovers that know that love will always be the uniting force forward. That love is what connects us. Love is what will always trump fear.
Immigration is what leads us to accomplishing even the wildest and once impossible moonshots. It will lead us to new frontiers.
It will lead us into tomorrow, because tomorrow does not wait for the ones who design it. It will come, whether we want it to or not. You can sit within your comfortable walls, that shield you from everything that makes life beautiful and worth living, hiding yourself and your soul away from the world, but tomorrow is coming. You can decide to shut off your heart from those that are bleeding in this world, but you will have to answer for your sins.
There was another time in our history that we turned refugees away.
“In 1939, the St. Louis, a ship of 935 people — almost all of them German Jews — attempted to land in Cuba, to seek refuge from the Nazis while they finalized their visas for the United States. Cuba said no, and the US refused to intervene on their behalf. When the St. Louis turned away from Cuba and started sailing north, not only did US officials announce that she ship wouldn’t be allowed to dock in America, but it sent Coast Guard boats to tail the St. Louis as it approached US waters to drive home the point.
The refugees were ultimately resettled in Western Europe — many of them in countries that would later be invaded by the Nazis during World War II. Of the St. Louis’ 935 passengers, 254 were killed in the Holocaust.”
We turned them away then.
Look what happened. Blood is already on our hands. On America’s hands.
Don’t let this happen again. Choose love over fear.
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