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!
We now finally come to my own ulterior motive. This is a Pride Month post. New York governor Kathy Hochul recently signed a bill into law that bars the courts of her state from enforcing the laws of other states that might result in a child being taken away if that child's parents bring them to the Empire State seeking gender-affirming care. Hochul further stated: “Now, as other states target LGBTQ+ people with bigotry and fearmongering, New York is fighting back. These new laws will enshrine our state as a beacon of hope, a safe haven for trans youth and their families, and ensure we continue to lead the nation on LGBTQ+ rights."
Beacon of hope? Kind of like a lamp besides a golden door and that's what made me think of Emma Lazarus' poem. "Safe haven" made me think of what the Statue of Liberty has meant to so many people. See how I come up with these posts? One significant difference, however. This time, we're not talking about the outcasts and downtrodden of the world, but rather of large swaths of the United States. Right now it's mostly the T's that needs a safe haven, but if Ron DeSatanic gets in, or Donald Tramp returns, to the White House, and all other members of the party of
Of course, most of these refugees will be coming to New York by land and not sea. No problem. It wouldn't be the first time Lady Liberty was disassembled and moved somewhere else.
Just don't forget the part of that statue that's the most glam.