No, the Statue of Liberty Does NOT Stand for Open Borders

"While the poem was written during the time that the Statue was being planned and erected, in reality it had nothing to do with the Statue of Liberty — which was dedicated in 1886. It wasn’t even officially published until 1901 when both The New York Times and the New York World printed the ode in their pages.
But, after its publication, one of Lazarus’ friends began a campaign to get the thing recognized. The efforts bore fruit when a plaque bearing the words was finally added to Liberty’s pedestal in 1903.
So, that is where the poem came from. As you can see, it only tangentially had anything to do with the statue and had nothing at all to do with its **** or its dedication. And it didn’t even appear on the base for 17 years after the great statue was raised.
While many today want to pretend that the Statue of Liberty is our national monument to immigrants, the truth is the statue itself has nothing whatever to do with immigration. It was initially conceived by French abolitionist Edouard de Laboulaye as a celebration of President Abraham Lincoln’s emancipation of the slaves, the end of the Civil War, and the abolition of the institution of slavery. De Laboulaye hired sculptor Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi to begin planning what would become the Statue of Liberty."
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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!”
Words of wisdom from Big Chief: Flush twice, it's a long way to the Mess Hall
I'd rather have my sister work in a whorehouse than own another Taurus!
Words of wisdom from Big Chief: Flush twice, it's a long way to the Mess Hall
I'd rather have my sister work in a whorehouse than own another Taurus!
George Carlin