tired, poor

I was today years old when I learned (or, probably, re-learned) that the statue of liberty was conceived and built as a monument to the end of slavery. I may have learned that before, but if I did it was an idea that was drummed out of my head by hearing for years and years that it was a symbol of immigration and refuge and the Great Melting Pot. It’s an icon of abolition, and yet somehow I unlearned that. Wow. Mind Blown.

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