After viewing this talk I am convinced that the social sector may be uniquely positioned to navigate the way, addressing the issues surrounding inequality that Richard Wilkinson’s data reveals. How do we balance the American dream of opportunity with the stark reality that those who are most well off are leaving those who have the least in the most challenging situation of any developed country? Are we gathering the huddled masses only to leave them on the other side of the golden door?
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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”