America built by immigration

Written on a bronze plaque attached to the pedestal of The Statue of Liberty is a poem called "The New Colossus" written by Emma Lazarus. The poem is about immigration. It reflects that this country is made up of immigrants from all over the globe and all have one thing in common, the desire of freedom.
The poem was originally written to raise money for construction of the statues pedestal in 1883. When Emma Lazarus was first approached to write a poem to raise money for the pedestal she refused but changed her mind when told of how the Statue would be a beacon to newly arriving immigrants, and it has done exactly that through the years. The bronze plaque with Lazarus's poem was not added to the pedestal until 1901.
Everyone knows the Statue of Liberty is a symbol of our country and one of freedom. The world knows it as a symbol of America's prosperity because of the immigrants that make up the country. It is also one of the most patriotic icons of the United States and no one can deny this.
Now, in this election year, the very nature of what the Statue of Liberty represents is under attack by those who call themselves patriots. These people, the Alt-Right, have beliefs that are diametrically opposite of the calling of Lady Liberty. Yet, this is only one problem of the Alt-right, they also devalue our country by dividing it along racial and ethnic lines. It is sad to say that Emma Lazarus who wrote such beautiful moving words would be attacked because she was a Jew.
People say they want to Make America Great Again yet they speak words and take actions that only serve to undermine what does make America great among nations. If you truly want to make America great again then read these words and take them to heart for without the immigrant this country would not exist.

"The Colossus"
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"