The Lady at the front door holds a light and sign that reads:

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 tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

The sign out back reads: 

No Tresspassing! 

At the same residence, on Sunday we proclaim, "Suffer the little children... "

Monday through Saturday, we yell, "Let the little children suffer" -in there own homes of course.

We are a nation of immigrants who were searching for a better life.  A nation that now denies the most vulnerable of those who search for the same. 

This is the land of the free and home of the brave that turns coward and turns away the most brave of children who face violence, the elements, and slavery for a better home.

We resist them because of our "lack of resources," their threat of disease, and their impact on our way of life.  Is this because we did the same to those who welcomed us?  Will they grab our land, exploit our resources, bring us gifts of disease, decimate our numbers, relagate us to small portions of land, force us to speak their language, and name places, teams, and trivial things in our memory?

We sure did it.   Why wouldn't they?  Past is prologue.

 Sow What?