Thursday, January 18, 2018

If I were a Rich (white) Man


Jut three immigrants. Please see link below.
Ah, If I were a rich (white) man… Like Mr. Trump…

I wouldn’t try to keep immigrants out. No, I’d want them to come here by the millions, with all their sisters, brothers, mother, fathers, children… all of them. Because I know our history is chock-full of self-made successes of “… your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

Keep them home? No, not me. Because even those with half of a feeble brain, know each and every one wants the American Dream and will work his / her tail off to realize it.

These are they people who actually dream the dreams that once made America Great.

Yes, let's have more of 'em, not less.


Fiddler on the roof - If I were a rich man (with subtitles)



 “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

New Colossus, The Statue of Liberty Poem

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,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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