October 28, 1986. Only around a little bit more than a 100 years…it can be an influence for good.
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!” 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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Emma Lazarus’ poem stands in the pedestal on which the status stands.
Always a mother carries the responsibility of salvation or liberation? for their children.
New York, how a city of immigrants become New Yorkers.
Who is going to take me in this land of immigrants. I’ve never been an immigrant before and now I feel like one of them.
“The Statue of Liberty was a joint effort between France and the United States, intended to commemorate the lasting friendship between the peoples of the two nations. The French sculptor Frederic-Auguste Bartholdi created the statue itself out of sheets of hammered copper, while Alexandre-Gustave Eiffel, the man behind the famed Eiffel Tower, designed the statue’s steel framework.”
That’s why American people consider french people and have much more better knowledge to their country than the others. I think.
So is better to have good relationships between people than not. Future will tell you.
Amazing photos of Vito Galvango photographer.
Darkness, Salvation, Liberation. HOPE