Lamp Beside the Golden Door

THE INSCRIPTION ON THE STATUE OF LIBERTY, BY EMMA LAZARUS

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 tossed to me, 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Say it ain't so, Sheriff Joe

By Laura Danielson, Lamp Beside the Golden Door

Years ago a college classmate of mine from New York visited a mutual friend of ours who owns a ranch in southern Arizona. Enchanted by the beauty of the place, Mark went for a walk by himself. Finding himself in a peaceful valley, he laid down on his back and closed his eyes so that he could listen to the sounds of nature. He may have dozed.

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A lot of people are dying to come to the U.S.

By Laura Danielson, Lamp Beside the Golden Door

Last fall I was at a local immigrant rights benefit promoting Green Card Stories from a table that I had set up, with a portion of profits going to the benefit of theImmigrant Law Center of Minnesota.  The movie 

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DOMA's tragic impact on immigrant couples: Isn't it time to overturn it?

By Laura Danielson, Lamp Beside the Golden Door

In my many years of practicing immigration law I have seen numerous loving binational couples (one a US citizen and the other a citizen anywhere else) who have sought out legal counsel so that they can remain together in the U.S. For opposite sex couples, the solution is usually pretty simple.

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Visiting the Hill: Where is the political will for immigration reform?

By Laura Danielson, Lamp Beside the Golden Door

I just returned last night from the American Immigration Lawyer's Association's 2012 National Day of Action, which happens every spring as surely as Washington D.C.'s cherry trees blossom.

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Talking about immigrants: An "illegal," or a human being?

By Laura Danielson, Lamp Beside the Golden Door

When I was a child and someone called me a name or said something hurtful I shielded myself with these magic words . . . "Sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me." Brave and sometimes helpful though these words were, they weren't true. Words really can hurt us deeply. We realize as we grow that in fact words are powerful and that the words we choose matter.

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