Email today included an invitation to watch “Raising Lady Liberty”, courtesy of my monthly PBS contribution. And I did. My photograph of this 1/16th scale version, in the Musée d’Orsay by the Sculptor Auguste Bartholdi, is the closest I’ve been to New York Harbor, where 12 to 14 million immigrants saw it, between 1892 and 1920. My maternal Grand Parents were among them. This grandson and their great grandsons swore oaths to preserve liberty and served in both cold and hot wars, to protect that idea. Some privileged, didn’t serve. They lately declare themselves, superior to exiles. That is, Un-American.
“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!” Emma Lazarus, November 2, 1883
