My 12 year old cousin wanted to see the Statue of Liberty before she went home for the summer, so I willingly drove to New Jersey.
On Ellis Island, she saw how immigrants suffered in their way into this country, learning that America was not just a land paved with gold. But she was able to how the great melting pot looked when the raw vegetables were just laying on the counter.
She discovered that, at one point, immigrants were not allowed off of Ellis Island unless they had $25 to their name. So much for give me your tired, your hungry, your poor... But then saw how Immigrant Aid Societies & average Americans were able to peacefullly remove this unconstitutional policy.
Three of my great-grandparents came through the anxiety of Ellis Island - Jack Cross, my dad's mom's dad came from England.
Then it was off to Liberty Island, where we had a wonderful picnic lunch under the light of liberty...
...except for this stupidly annoying seagull. This photo is NOT zoomed. He crowed at us for the entire time we were laying the grass. It was pretty funny :)
The trees on Liberty Island were georgeous :)
And the giftshop, where the gluttony of America makes me want to vomit. This oxymoronic keychain opens up to reveal a mirror, so they can stroke their egos all day long. liberte, egalite, fraternite was the call for the French freedom...and the goal was the disolution of the monarchy. So, how does one be a princess of liberty?
As we left the island, the storm clouds rolled in and the sky opened up! While all the other passengers ran under cover, I stayed on deck, shooting photos like crazy!
Amazingly, by the time docked the ferry at the abandoned train station - which looked like a scene from Planet of the Apes inside - sky had cleared!!
May the Light of Liberty shine through you,