“Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love, cannot be killed or swept aside,” Hamilton mastermind Lin-Manuel Miranda said, near tears, as he accepted his Tony award for Best Score.
“Now fill the world with music, love, and pride.”
~Lin-Manuel Miranda~
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On the women’s march and the series of protests happening around the world at the moment, together combining to make perhaps the largest movement in history.
“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.”
The New Yorker’s Next Cover Features Lady Liberty with Her Light Snuffed Out
“It was the symbol of American values.
Now it seems that we are turning off the light.”
The New Yorker has revealed the cover for its upcoming issue which will feature an image of Lady Liberty with her flame extinguished, a powerful illustration that comes amid the continued fallout from Drumpf’s executive order banning refugee resettlement and travel from seven Muslim-majority countries.
~The Story Behind the Statue of Liberty’s Famous Immigration Poem~
In the wake of Drumpf’s executive order on immigration Friday, January 27, many critics quickly took up a familiar rallying cry, lifting words from the Statue of Liberty that have for decades represented American immigration:
“Give me your tired, your poor/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”
The poem, in its entirety
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“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!”
Michael Moore was in for a surprise during the Women’s March on Washington on Saturday when Ashley Judd interrupted him to read a politically charged poem
“I am Ashley Judd,” she declared as Moore reacted in shock, “and I am a feminist.”
She proceeded to recite a poem written by a 19-year-old named Nina Donovan from Tennessee. The contents of the writing included references to Trump’s election, mass incarceration, LGBT rights, the wage gap, and more relevant issues.
At one point, the poem compares Trump to Adolf Hitler.
The poem repeated the refrain “I am not as nasty as…”
at one point attacking Trump’s relationship with his daughter, Ivanka.
“I’m not as nasty as your daughter being your favorite sex symbol,” Judd said.
Ashley Judd passionately denounces President Donald Trump’s misogyny at the 2017 Women’s March on Washington by reciting Nina Donovan’s “I Am A Nasty Woman” poem.
A woman is all about femininity,
That’s the stuff that she’s made up of.
She has within her,
Layers of depth to her thoughts and feelings.
She reminds you of an onion,
Seemingly translucent to tantalize your imagination.
Only to uncover layer upon layer,
Peeling off to reveal yet another layer.
She’s never one-dimensional,
That’s not what she’s made to be.
Her layers serve only to protect,
Her very core of being.
Her deepest core is so very well-hidden,
From the harsh glare of un-enlightenment.
Generously sharing her genuine being,
Only to those she trusts with her core.
You can only choose to let go,
Resisting not her many womanly charms.
But be swept up by her many facets and dimensions,
Uttering, “What astonishing femininity!”
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
