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The Golden Door

News and views on immigration law

About the Author

Djung Tran, Esq. is an immigration attorney with strong ties to several immigrant communities.  She is an immigrant herself twice over, having first journeyed from Vietnam to Australia as a child, and then from Australia to America as a teenager.  She is a member of the Executive Committee of the Asian Pacific American Bar Association of Pennsylvania (APABA-PA) and also chaired APABA-PA’s Community Outreach Committee.  As chair of the APABA-PA’s Community Outreach Committee, Ms. Tran has worked with many community groups with strong immigrant constituencies, such as Asian Americans United, the School District of Philadelphia; Boat People SOS; and Philadelphia Chinatown Development Corporation.

In 2011, Ms. Tran was the keynote speaker at the Temple APALSA Lunar New Year Banquet, a honor bestowed on distinguished alumni.  In 2010, Ms. Tran received the Philadelphia Bar Association’s Young Lawyers Division’s F. Sean Peretta Award, for devoting substantial time to an innovative or non-traditional program that serves the community.  In 2009, she was recognized by The Legal Intelligencer as a Diversity Attorney for her pro bono work in educating local community groups about their legal rights, including in immigration and family law issues.

For more information, visit Ms. Tran’s Website.

The New Colossus is a poem by Emma Lazarus which is engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the base of the Statue of Liberty.  This blog’s title, “The Golden Door,” references the last line of the poem.  It reads:

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “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!”

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