They made the back door the front door. Hypocritical scum bags.
I actually saw photos of the page in the journal from Ellis Island where my grandfather signed as a young man 100 years ago. Also, the adjacent greaseball names in the journal were all people I recognized from childhood as ad hoc "cousins" that apparently came over on the same banana boat. I can image the kind of job it was for the surly Irish Customs agents with handlebar mustaches that had to deal with the world's 'huddled masses yearning to be free'.