Letter: Rewriting Lazarus

Sunday, December 02, 2018

In light of current events, it may be time to alter Emma Lazarus’s poem on Lady Liberty: “Tear gas your tired, your poor / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Gas these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me / I lift my tear-gas canisters beside the golden door!”