“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!” These lines are from the poem “The New Colossus,” written by Emma Lazarus in 1883.
My friends from around the world, know that my country is a better place than what you have seen in the past week. One thing I would say is that there are people still fighting for genuine freedom here. Wherever you are work to make the world and your own neighborhoods the best they can be.