History will remember you in shame

"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-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

We spent the majority of Monday hanging about "Liberty Island", just sort of being "folk" watching and observing the precautions and all, with both trepidation and anger.

Anger not directed at our "enemy" no, but directed at the politicians in Washington and Albany, all cowering under their desks with "Men in Black" driving them from hither to yon in their armoured plated Suburbans, while the rest of us are told to be afraid, 'be very afraid' of the boogey men coming from everywhere (current version coming from isil - Daesh - ) and of course the refugees fleeing the wars on distant shores - to us - back home to them and the terrorist among them (allegedly)

"Women and children first"? Please!!!, the Governors with their spines of steel have refused to allow them comfort "not even 5-year old orphans"

"the only thing we have to fear, is fear itself" - Franklin Delano Roosevelt