This is my take on "illegal immigrants - ALL of us are descended from an immigrant or two. Immigrants have made our country. I have added a few lines to the poem that graces the Statue of Liberty. Please read and reflect. The only thing we have to fear (about immigrants) is fear, itself.

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,
From them, I’ll get the Franklins, Reveres, Astors, and Carnegies
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
I’ll breathe life into the Kennedys, Ginzbergs, Allbrights and Chavez’s
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Yes – I’ll even take your Steinmetzs, Einsteins, Bells and Edisons!Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
They’re our new Americans – inheritors of our land!I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

REOPEN THE DOOR!