Until We Are All Free, We Are

The Jewish Problem Is As Old As History, And Assumes In Each Age A New Form. The Life Or Death Of Millions Of Human Beings Hangs Upon Its Solution; Its Agitation Revives The Fiercest Passions For Good And For Evil That Inflame The Human Breast.

The Soul, At Peace, Reflects The Peace Without, Forgetting Grief As Sunset Skies Forget The Morning's Transient Shower.

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free.

My Own Curiosity And Interest Are Insatiable.

Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And Fate...