This Independence Day, we'll be raising a glass to The Statue of Liberty and thinking about Emma Lazarus's sonnet, 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!”
-Emma Lazarus, 1849-1887
Learn more about the poem here.
Want to take action? This is a good list of organizations that could use help.
And below is a printable recipe card for a summer cocktail we're calling Miss Independent (right click and open image in a new tab).
Recipe illustration for Smudge Ink by our summer intern, Stefanie.