You suggested upgrading Ellis Island to receive them, without realizing they're not starving masses. They're plump, well-rounded, and high as a kite on illegal substances they will crave in addition to all the freebies they're counting on the American taxpayer to furnish them.
And the majority of my ancestors including the native American Indians did not go through Ellis Island, and neither did the Pilgrims. Even so, I have walked through the corridors of Ellis Island the same day my family visited the Statue of Liberty and observed ships and the sights, and even read the inscription inscribed in concrete, by poet Emma Lazarus, "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.”
That was when Britain was incarcerating children for stealing a loaf of bread to feed their brothers and sisters, and sending administrators from Royal lines who were unappreciated by current Royal higher-ups and their exclusion was worked to the mercenary advantage of the powers that be in all parts of Europe, and wherever a boat shipped out to and landed on these shores. We also got our share of proud dissenters, who with hard work, became well-off enough to dissent at a level in which their voices could be heard in a Continental Congress that was discouraged with the Crown's antics and snubbery of colonists as lesser human beings.
But you know all that blab.

It's past my bedtime. Nighters.