The New Colossus

A poem by Emma Lazarus.

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!”

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Against the abortion bans – from All In with Chris Hayes


These protests are important, and deserve more attention than they’ve gotten.

(Not sure why MSNBC doesn’t have a direct embed link for these video snippets, so the Twitter link will have to do.)

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Please read this

Click through and read the whole thread.


And shame on Donald Trump for lying about these good people and their work, putting all in danger.

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