Am I my sibling's keeper?
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teaming shore.
Send these the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
These are the words inscribed on the Statue of Liberty but they should be just as true for Canada. I wonder, however if we North Americans believe that any more. Do we really want the world’s huddled masses yearning to be free?