“We Are Judged By The Company We Keep”
“When You’re High...”
Ebola! Does God Hate West Africans?
They Shoot Negros, Don’t They.”
The poem, by Emma Lazarus, and firmly attached to the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor states:
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free-
The retched refuse of your teeming shore-
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me-I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Really…The homeless remain homeless, the tempest-tossed remain desperate, and the haves don’t give a damn about the have-nots. we need to rethink our opinions and attitudes regarding those yearning to breathe free.
