I accidentally found myself listening to a Podcast that turned into what I would call a beautiful patriotic rant. I had to pause and transcribe and share. The link to the podcast is located in the close of this post. I have a sweet nephew months into serving our country, filled with pride and bravado in basic training, I transcribed this for him. I will mail it to him, I hope he feels supported and his work worthy.
"People came over here for a reason. What was the reason? The poem surrounding the Statue of Liberty by Emma Lazarus. It is so freaking fantastic. We have all misread it.
So the Statue of Liberty, have you ever thought what a stupid gift to give the United States? First of all the French don't give gifts like that, they don't like anybody. (chuckle) Why are they giving us this giant statue? This is a pretty ballsy gift. The United States HAS to put it up, you can not NOT put it up. The Statue of Liberty is sent in separate pieces in lots and lots of boxes. The base was not included. We need a crew to build a huge base and put it all together. One of the key players spearheading the project is actually a former prisoner.
In his past he was placed in prison awaiting charges and trial, Congress was questioning his loyalty to his country. Congress could not arrive at a verdict and he was never charged and finally Abraham Lincoln demanded he be released.
Years later we knock on the door of this man betrayed by his nation, requesting his help in putting together our symbol of freedom. This isn't about love for a nation, this is about love for the IDEA of this nation.
The French build the Statue of Liberty with a personal agenda in mind. This is not about giving us a gift. The French are trying to convince their own people to not go down the road of Marx. It is 1850 and the spring of Nations is happening. We are having a Civil War, there are all kinds of problems in England. The Marxist have printed the Manifesto and have stirred everything up, trying to flip all of Europe, and it goes horribly. The Marxist idea starts to heat up in the Paris Communes.
Now let's switch over to the painting of Washington crossing the Delaware. Beck has visited the painting in the Met many times. There were 3 copies of the painting. Two of them still exist. The original was destroyed in the Allied bombing of Berlin. What the hell was THAT painting doing in a Museum in Germany under Nazi rule? It wasn't painted for us. We asked for a copy. It was painted by a German who had lived in America for a while and returned to Germany. Socialism and Marx enters the landscape in Germany and he points to the picture of Washington crossing the Delaware, there is African American, there's Native American, there's white, a farmer, a woodsman - there is a woman in the boat. What this painter was saying to Germans was "look at the American experiment, if everyone, no matter who they are, gets into the same boat going in the same direction, miracles happen!"
THAT is the story of the Statue of Liberty. This 'gift' allowed the French to point to this American Experiment.
Emma Lazarus is asked to write a poem it is called the New Colossus. So now - to gain clarity you have to know about the Colossus of Rhodes. Colossus of Rhodes was one of the wonders of the world in the ancient world. It is this giant statue (see photo above), it is a huge, amazing structure. With one foot connected to a little island and the other foot connected to another island, this warrior guards with a grand defensive pose, armed for battle - sending a clear message to all the boats that must pass between the legs of this monstrosity - declaring - Don't Screw With Us.
Now, when we recall the words, "bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses", this conjures up an image of sad wounded arriving at a land deemed as a refugee camp, we are a hospital. But let's take a closer look at this poem.
The New Colossus
BY EMMA LAZARUS
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land; (Colossus of Rhodes)
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. (Here is a mom, a woman and she's standing at our gates, where you have a warrior at the Colossus of Rhodes)
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 (keep all your kings and your princes and your castles, keep all that crap, we don't want any of it)
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!”
This Statue of Liberty is saying - you keep telling people they can't, you keep telling people they have to be a title, a lord or a lady. You keep telling people who are living in a serfdom role, yes, go ahead and create, we will not allow a copyright, a trademark or a patent, yes you go ahead and create but the Lord of the Manor will take that creation and make money from it. Europe kept telling people, no, you can not do. Yet, SHE the Statue of Liberty is saying, send the people you say are the worst I'm going to protect them from people like you. I am going to give them freedom. You watch what they build!
That's the Story of America. That's what we have to remember. Did you know the feet of the Statue of Liberty has chains and a shackle, BROKEN? Because through our laws and a hard fought war, we freed slaves, we conquered it. We are flawed, warts and all but if we just stick together and realize I am no better than you, I have no more rights than you do, go, create, dream, build."
It has never been about a hospital for the sick. It is about a land where dreams are nourished. Where people are treated equally. Where freedom is the most important liberty a country could harbor.