“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 United States has a long history of accepting those escaping persecution and war. The IRC faces losses in federal funding, and there are families here who need our help. Please join me in supporting the IRC's first-ever emergency appeal focused on aiding refugees already in the U.S.