My grandfather fled fascism in his home of eastern Hungary in 1938. At the age of four he sailed across the Atlantic with his family to be greeted by Lady Liberty. I am here today because they were able to get out. Most were not given that opportunity and were subjected to the horrors of The Holocaust.
As I took this photo in November 2021, I reflected upon the privilege I was given through the weight of my ancestors leaving their home for a foreign land. I pondered the ways the world has changed since my late grandfather was welcomed by the very same symbol of hope that I was now witnessing. And then I remembered the ways the world hasn’t changed much at all. A boat that was conveniently ...