I heard the voices of my young classmates raised in the old songs. murmuring the early prayers and pledges of allegiance. And I knew that I was standing in u special place. a shrine not only of my own remembered youth. but of the young hopes and dreams of a brave new world. For Public School 20. as a first step in the making of Americans. took in the newly arrived immigrant children and the children of immigrants. taught them the beginnings of wisdom. the joy of freedom. and the privilege beyond price of being American citizens. I was one of those children. I sat on the hard benches. listening wide eyed to the story of those who founded this blessed land of opportunity.
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