"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!"

"Emma Lazarus’ “The New Colossus” ends with an exclamation point. That was surely appropriate for a sonnet that came to signify American promise for countless immigrants as they made their way to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty, and ultimately to American towns across the continent. The “tempest tost” continue to follow their American Dream. Immigration has been on the lips of politicians and partisans of late. Whatever we think of big “I” “Immigration,” we have always welcomed small “i” “immigrants,” the little people who have played a big role in building this country from the beginning. With that in mind, Wick Communications has endeavored to share immigrant stories from the many communities served by company newspapers. This is not a political endeavor. We take no position here on national politics. We simply share the stories of people who came to this country “yearning to breathe free.”

- Clay Lambert Editorial Director

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