“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!”
We’d trade with them to make them richer and more independent from “leaders”, we wouldn’t ignite hatred by bombing civilians and we’d have charities for such women to escape to in so far there was an outrage.
I feel very sorry for this woman, she clearly had her rights violated.