Standing tall amid grey skies
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
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!" cried 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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
What would have happened if my grandparents hadn't been allowed to immigrate to the U.S. nearly 100 years ago?
I grew more hopeful as we walked around the base of Lady Liberty. In her left arm is a tablet of law bearing the date of the American Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776, while the broken chains of tyranny lie at her feet. Perhaps even more meaningful is the torch of truth and justice, which many would say we need now more than ever. I smiled as people from literally all over the world laughed and snapped selfies in front of our most iconic symbol of democracy.
Next stop: Ellis Island.
Inside the museum: the original torch
Full-sized model of Liberty's face
Replica of the full-sized ear that the statue's sculptor,
Frederic Bartholdi, kept in his house (!)
after Lady Liberty left for the U.S.
Tim comparing shoe sizes with the Lady's full-size model foot
Trick of the camera: looking out at the statue
and flag from inside the museum
Ellis Island, where immigrants were received and processed until 1954
Artsy shot of the Ellis Island staircase
Courtyard
Registration Hall where immigrants' fates were decided:
allowed into the U.S. or sent back to homeland?
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