Showing posts with label Lady Liberty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lady Liberty. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Nora's Amazing Life
The Russian revolution was not like our American one.
Just how different the two were can be understood if you read Nora's book about how she left the Soviet Union in 1922.
https://www.amazon.com/Weather-Heart-Childs-Journey-Revolutionary-ebook/dp/B00GT3BZ2E
The world's first communist revolution was imposed on Russia in 1917 by a group called Bolsheviks. Motivated and instructed by the theories of Karl Marx, these insurrectionists developed their tactics and strategies under the leadership of Vladimir Lenin.
A major component of their revolutionary plan was large-scale redistribution of Russian lands, businesses and all other assets. The disruptive effects of that communist reprogramming of an entire nation are glaringly evident in Nora Percival's first-person account.
To read about such things in history books, or in Dr. Zhivago, is one thing.
To read about it from the eyewitness perspective of a child is quite another.
One of Nora Percival's most traumatic losses during that time was the loss of her Mishka bear, a dearly beloved doll that we would think of as a teddy bear.
But a more significant trauma in the big picture of her life was the four-year separation from her father, at the age tender age of three. The disruption and displacement of their family ultimately demanded her mother's life--her mother, the delicate woman whose favorite activity was playing Chopin and Debussy on the piano.
Her father had been a successful factory-owner in czarist times. But his business prowess was a threat to the new regime. The revolutionary government was busy rearranging, according to Marxist-Leninist theory, the entire structure of land use, industry development and job assignment in the Russia of the 1920's. When Papa discerned the destructive program that would be imposed on his business and his life, he felt compelled to act in the best protective interests of his family; he left Russia, to establish a path in which his wife and daughter would later follow. By a round-the-world route, he wound up here in America.
His departure, and the family's suffering and deprivation under bureaucratic Bolshevik tyranny, are the stuff of Nora's amazing story, a truly historic memoir. Her account of the long, torturous trip from Russia to New York presents not only a clear picture of her personal triumph over adverse circumstances, but also a clear picture of the world-wide swell of immigration to America that happened during that era.
This final testament of Nora Lourie Percival's childhood odyssey, penned in the latter years of her 102-year life, is an amazing testimony of her personal triumph. But it is much more significant than a personal memoir. The book presents an historic, though contemporarily relevant, view of that very disruptive era of world history. Here's an authentic, insider account of the tribulations that compelled so many wayfarers to pass beneath Lady Liberty and then embark at Ellis Island to partake of our burgeoning American liberty.
Nora's writerly skills are precise and highly developed, nascent during a perilous youth in which reading three languages had become her best escape from the perpetual ordeal of fleeing post-revolutionary Russia. Having lost her little Mishka-bear, young Nora took refuge in reading. Her lyrical writing reflects an exceptional conversion of that childhood literacy into a phenomenal story in the annals of world history.
You should read it.
https://www.amazon.com/Weather-Heart-Childs-Journey-Revolutionary-ebook/dp/B00GT3BZ2E
Smoke
Sunday, May 5, 2013
From Golden Gate to Golden Door
In 1903, we Americans erected the Statue of Liberty in New York harbor. The great bronze sculpture had been presented to us as a gift by France. On the inside of Lady Liberty's pedestal, these words, composed by Emma Lazarus in 1883, are engraved:
These words still ring true to the American spirit. I am greatly inspired by the poem, which Emma had named The Great Colossus. But times have changed in the 133 years that passed since she was inspired to write it; and our nation has changed greatly since the sonnet became an anthem that came to express so profoundly our exceptional American optimism and generosity.
With tender admiration for Emma Lazarus, and for the her verse, and with great respect for all that Lady Liberty represents to so many Americans, especially the millions who first glimpsed her freedom torch as new immigrants, I submit an update. I hope it may appropriately express a challenge that yet looms on our bright horizons.
It's not like a political hack with vengeful fights,
and regulative burdens to constrict our plans.
No. Here within our yawning, paved-o'er shores still stands
a beneficent nation with bright hope , whose lights
form the grid and net of a people free, and this our name:
America. From our electrified sands
glows bold goodwill; our vibrant enterprise, our busy hands
will in time restore this great worn infrastructure's frame.
"Lose, o ye couch-potato louts, our cultivated TV sloth!" we must say.
"Stand aside, but hey!" Give us, instead, your energetic poor,
your troubled masses yearning to work their poverty away,
along the rusted refuse of our landfill'd shore.
Send these working folks, recession-toss'd, our way,
We'll renew it all, from Golden Gate to Golden Door!
CR, with new novel, Smoke, in progress
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!"
These words still ring true to the American spirit. I am greatly inspired by the poem, which Emma had named The Great Colossus. But times have changed in the 133 years that passed since she was inspired to write it; and our nation has changed greatly since the sonnet became an anthem that came to express so profoundly our exceptional American optimism and generosity.
With tender admiration for Emma Lazarus, and for the her verse, and with great respect for all that Lady Liberty represents to so many Americans, especially the millions who first glimpsed her freedom torch as new immigrants, I submit an update. I hope it may appropriately express a challenge that yet looms on our bright horizons.
It's not like a political hack with vengeful fights,
and regulative burdens to constrict our plans.
No. Here within our yawning, paved-o'er shores still stands
a beneficent nation with bright hope , whose lights
form the grid and net of a people free, and this our name:
America. From our electrified sands
glows bold goodwill; our vibrant enterprise, our busy hands
will in time restore this great worn infrastructure's frame.
"Lose, o ye couch-potato louts, our cultivated TV sloth!" we must say.
"Stand aside, but hey!" Give us, instead, your energetic poor,
your troubled masses yearning to work their poverty away,
along the rusted refuse of our landfill'd shore.
Send these working folks, recession-toss'd, our way,
We'll renew it all, from Golden Gate to Golden Door!
CR, with new novel, Smoke, in progress
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