And so here finds another one of those recycle this blog posts that found itself posted on this blog some time a while ago in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blagh whenever web 2.0 social media user generated content possible.
The land of opportunity, the land of the free? What does that phrase
mean? How free are we? How free are we from oppression, from the
oppressors? No one is free while others are not. I think. They call this
place America, the land of opportunity. Where you can go to achieve The
American Dream. But how free are we? And what does that quote on the
plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty "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." mean? It's a phrase I think of
every time I am riding the train going my way during rush hour as I look
around at everyone packed in the subway car like sardines in a can
exhausted from work. It's a phrase I think of every time I see persons in
jail with no comforter and only the oppressor at his side. It's a
phrase I think of every time I walk down the street and see the homeless
and the poor while the rich pass them by. It's a phrase I think of
every time I see immigrants unable to travel anywhere at anytime without a
visa or a passport. And it's a phrase I think of countless other times
that I cannot remember at this time. Is this the land of opportunity?
What does that phrase mean?