This isn’t exactly political, it’s more about morality. Well, political morality, specifically our policies on immigration.
What I would like to add to the discussion is a poem, or anyway part of a poem, by a woman named Emma Lazarus. It was written for a dedication ceremony to the Statue of Liberty, and a copy of it is engraved on a plaque at the Statue’s base. Its title is “The New Colossus” and the part of it that I think relevant goes like this:
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.
If that isn’t our policy, what sort of hypocrites are we?