In light of all of that is happening in our current administration that led to the gross misquoting & misunderstanding of the poem inscribed at the Statue of Liberty, I took a moment to read the poem, which inspired the thoughts that follow. The drawing was made while looking up at her from Liberty Island. ✨
The New Colossus is a woman. Not a man guarding a gate. Not a victor stepping across conquered people. The New Colossus is a woman with a book in one hand and a beacon in the other. Lady Liberty is a light in the dark, knowledge in the face of ignorance, a compassionate harbor in a storm of hate. The New Colossus knows that those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, she knows that she, too, was an immigrant to these shores. 🗽 The New Colossus greeted my great grandmother as she arrived from Poland, ready to build a new life in New York City. The New Colossus watched as she got a job in the beer garden where she would meet the husband with whom she’d open a candy store on Coney Island. The New Colossus watched all this,but never took her eyes off the sea, she kept looking out for the rest; the sisters and mothers and brothers and fathers who would never escape the war. 🗽
The New Colossus wasn’t yet built when my father’s ancestors came here, but come they did, speaking with a thick Scottish brogue that would eventually grow into a high Texas twang. She could barely see them once they made their way out West, but she could hear the whinny of horses and the clank of a metal hoe hitting the hard dirt of the panhandle. She could heard the first seed as it dropped into the ground. She heard the silence as they waited for it to grow. 🗽
The New Colossus is a woman. She is a creator. She knows that great things, like children, start small. She sits on a pedestal of brick and stone, but she doesn't wish for sacrifices to be made at her feet. She does wish to be worshipped. That we should revere the values of freedom, fairness and justice for all. For those who came before her. For those who came with her. For those who came after the first, flickering light of her torch touched the waves that lapped at her shores. 🗽
The New Colossus is a woman.