The last firecracker has disappeared from the sky. The jubilant shouts have long since faded into nothingness. and yet. Lady Liberty remains. her torch held proudly in the air. As the Staten Island ferry glides across the placid water. we see in front of us the grandmother of exiles. who. for many immigrants coming to this great nation. was their first glimpse of freedom. Surely these new American citizens faced many challenges. As I gaze upon the Statue. in all its solemn splendor and majesty. I am again reminded of the challenges American citizenship gives me and my generation. Four symbols catch my eye.
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