Now that our election has made it obsolete, there is no reason to maintain the Statue of Liberty. We may as well dismantle it and melt the parts for use in the southern wall.
“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!”
Those words, such a perfect expression of the meaning of the Statue, now seem sadly empty. Now we cannot promise to sacrifice our own convenience for the sake of the “wretched refuse” and the “huddled masses.” Instead, we tell them to sacrifice hope, peace, safety, even life itself so that we can sustain our privileged and luxurious way of life in our own self-imposed ghetto.
The shamefulness of this election is disgusting. America owes to all the world a very, very large apology and a deep repentance of spirit.
Nonetheless, I do not give up hope because the foundation of my hope is not American politics but the love, mercy, and power of God. And so I pray for America and in particular the new president. And this is my prayer: “Father, please let this be one of those times when a great challenge brings out the best in a man. Please don’t let this be one of those times when the challe3nge brings out the worst in him.”