Emma Lazarus wrote these words in 1883:
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
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140 years later, the mayor of NYC calls for closing the door:
There is no more room in New York.
Source - https://www.politico.com/news/2023/10/05/new-york-eric-adams-mexico-migrants-00120295
And yet the flood continues:
https://x.com/GraduatedBen/status/1709603140704538848?s=20
We've backed ourselves into a corner - turn them away and we reveal our lack of compassion; continue to let them in and we literally break the national bank.
Yes, the chickens have come home to roost. Are you happy now?
Does this short video present the solution?
If it does, things are worse than most of us could even imagine.
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