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.
(by Emma Lazarus – on the Statue of Liberty)
What’s happened? Mr. Trump’s obsession with Twitter seems to have morphed into issuing executive orders. Yesterday he temporarily banned immigration to the U.S. from seven predominantly Muslim countries and indefinitely suspended the Syrian refugee program. The president said in his order that their entry “would be detrimental to the interests of the United States.” Today, some Muslims have been detained at Kennedy Airport.
Last weekend I was celebrating the Women’s March on Washington.
This weekend I am stunned… gobsmacked… shocked… by the new man in the oval office. Where did this illegal edict to keep people out of the USA come from? There is no validation in doing something so unconstitutional just because of the office he holds. There is no reason for pre-judging people in sweeping generalizations – every human being must be deemed as valuable before being proved otherwise. Are we not all part of some ancestral “huddled mass”?
My American friends are scared and angry. Many Canadians feel we’re too close for comfort. I hear comments from around the world on the news reacting to this detaining of passengers. Now we see another powerful protest that sprang spontaneously from the outrage against this executive order.
We cannot, in the free world, step onto a platform of paranoia and judgmentalism.
an executive order a day
keeps sanity at bay;
two or more executive orders a day
keeps the world’s respect at bay…