Tag Archive: Dzhokhar Tsarnaev

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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. To millions of immigrants, these words meant something.  I’m sure they meant something to my father who arrived at Ellis Island in…