"The words “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free” ring pretty hollow I'm afraid."
Oh? My grandfather Jozef Szmidt arrived LEGALLY at Ellis Island in April 1900. He was told to change his name, get a job and assimilate into the American way of life. He married and had two daughters, worked as a porter in a NYC high rise and never complained once. Attempting to compare a true immigrant such as my grandfather and millions of others with similar stories is an insult. And you think your reference to a poem written in 1883 refers to illegals hiding in the shadows from prosecution? Your comparison attempt is the only thing that "rings hollow".