They did not riot.

They did not threaten Congress with guns, pitchforks or revolution.

They did not spit on members of congress or hurl bigoted abuse at them.

They did not declare hate for the President. They don’t claim that he is an usurper. They hold respect for him and the position he occupies.

They love America.

They are the true patriots.

They are the people that clean up the shit in the bath rooms, clean the dishes in restaurants and change the dirty sheets at hotels. For that, they get mistreated, get no contract jobs, get no recourse from the Government, get no back up from the police if mugged or worse. They are not even included in the health care reforms just passed.

Despite all of that, they still love America.

It is time for America to deliver on an ancient promise.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“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-tossed to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!