PoemGive 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!Emma LazarusThe New Colossus · 1883★ 7.2
Play · Drama (play) · DramaAmerica is God's crucible, the great melting pot where all the races of Europe are melting and reforming!Israel Zangwill1908★ 5.2
Speech · Political speechWhen Mexico sends its people, they're not sending their best... They're bringing drugs. They're bringing crime. They're rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.Donald Trump2015★ 4.5
Speech · Political speechAll of our people all over the country-except the pure-blooded Indians-are immigrants or descendants of immigrants, including even those who came over here on the Mayflower.Franklin D. Roosevelt1944★ 3.6
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