The land belongs solely to itself, and we belong to the land, all of us here beneath the wide-brimmed bowl of sky.

Yes, give them to me. Bring them to my park entrances, huddled and tired and poor, and let them breathe free.

But do not fear: I know they’re not yearning to breathe too free. Let them remain a little huddled. Keep them within a half-mile radius of a Ranger Station and Gift Shoppe at all times…