You remember these words carved into the Statue of Liberty. Don't you?
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breath free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Why don't we believe and practice these words anymore? Can't we see that most of these kids trying to enter this country are from three countries - Guatemala, Honduras and El Salvador? Because of the War on Drugs between 2009 and 2012 a civilian was more likely to be killed by violence in these countries than killed in Iraq at the height of the insurgency.
These kids are truly refugees.
These kids are truly refugees.
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