© Unknown
"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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
These lines from Emma Lazarus' famous poem "The New Colossus" are enshrined at the base of the Statute of Liberty in New York Harbor. Just across the water, the twin towers of the World Trade Center stood against the sky, giving New York the most famous city sky-scape in the world. All that is changed now. And in the ashes of 9/11, the nation lost something far more significant - its soul, its reason for being.
Since 9/11, we have engaged in a nonstop orgy of self-pity, wallowing in our grief and shock and horror. We have done things that are antithetical to what it means to be American: torture, murder, renditions, corruption on both the national and international levels, murder of innocent civilians, invading another country and overthrowing its government without provocation, granting immunity to mercenaries for indiscriminate killings of innocent civilians, violation of another nation's sovereignty, officially sanctioned rape and sexual abuse of prisoners of war, abrogation of the Geneva Conventions and international treaty obligation, repeated violations of constitutional and civil rights in the name of security, spying on our own citizens, lies and violations of our word of honor until our word is simply a mockery of truth. Our news media, the guardians of public discourse, have been complicit - as have we, the American people.