the famous poem inscribed on the statue's base. give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, your yearning to breathe free. the wretched refuse are of your teeming shore. send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me, i lift my lamp besides the golden door. what does that golden door look like tonight? i want to begin with ginger thompson, a senior reporter at propublica and jennifer wright a human rights attorney. good evening to both of you. >> good evening. >> it's awful. jennifer, i want to get to you, and ginger, you're here with me. as you were listening to that audio, you were almost in tears. >> yeah. i've spent the weekend with this tape and it still really shakes me. especially the six-year-old girl. >> why so?