Inauguration day is just around the corner, and after the oath is administered, I fear we'll find ourselves living in a different country. How much of the campaign rhetoric and Twitter rants will actually be converted into policy is as yet unknown, but the cabinet nominations and staff picks lead me to worry that we will begin in earnest not to live up to the words of poet Emma Lazarus at the base of the Statue of Liberty, 'Give my 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. 

Instead, it'll be something like this, I think:  'Keep your tired, your poor, your Muslims, your Mexicans, your ugly people, and your losers. Send the big spenders with fat wallets and the beautiful people. The smoking lamp is lit.'

I hope I'm wrong, I really do.

 

 

Published by Charles Ray