One of the marchers last weekend was dressed up as the Statue of Liberty. While it may at first seem a little perpendicular to the festive atmosphere, perhaps it speaks more to the purpose that pride parades were created. In fact, given the vicious immigration debates going on today, perhaps more people should remember the charitable words immortalized on the base of the Statue of Liberty, those words written by nineteenth century poet Emma Lazarus in "The New Colossus."
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.
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