One hundred years ago - almost to the year - he first set foot on The Island. Give me your tired ... the light from her torch reached out to him. Your poor ... he clutched his mandolin tighter; your huddled masses yearning to breathe. For millions before - with untold millions yet to come - an unobtrusive statue in the middle of America's busiest 20th Century harbor radiated her promise: Liberty Enlightening the World ... The freedom my father longed for.  ...