“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!”

The New Colossus, Emma Lazarus

There was a time when America was a land of promise for the rest of the world, when the Statue of Liberty stood in New York Harbor, with its lantern beckoning the “wretched refuse” from Europe and Asia to our shores.

The world is a much different place today. While many still come to America seeking opportunity and a better life, some may see us primarily as a target. And we are hesitant to leave the door open, fearing those who might try to slip into our borders for the purpose of wreaking havoc.

Our new president has tapped into this fear with his temporary travel ban from seven Muslim-majority countries, as well as the indefinit...