Who Is My Neighbor? (plus plans for a rebuilt colossus covered with solar panels)

The New Colossus

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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus (November 2, 1883)

While I can't undo the fact that my ancestors were themselves immigrants who happily slaughtered the actual original inhabitants and then turned around and said "Fuck you, losers!" to every successive generation of immigrants, and leaving aside the fact that the colossus of Rhodes probably did not straddle the harbor for reasons of engineering difficulties, I still find Emma Lazarus' poem moving.

Let's try to make her poem actually true. 

Oh, and some people would like to rebuild the colossus of Rhodes, and cover it with solar panels.  That would be both ridiculous and awesome.