To the editor: As my dear wife lay at UCLA Medical Center in Santa Monica, racked with the cancer that would end her life, she was given a thrill that she spoke of to the end (‘Show up and share ...

Lady Liberty’s words, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,” for most of my 85 years, defined us as a nation. This is who we were. But Donald Trump ...