Sort of? I mean, technically it was a gift, but with strings attached. France paid for the statue, but America had to pay for the land and the pedestal. It’s like getting a free car, but you have to build the garage. And the driveway. From scratch.
There’s also the little detail that Liberty’s face was modeled after Bartholdi’s mother. And her body? Probably his mistress. So, in a way, the Statue of Liberty is a giant family portrait. Viva la France!
Today, she stands there, welcoming immigrants and tourists alike. She doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, tired or hungry. She’s just happy to be here. And she owes it all to a French dreamer, a stubborn sculptor, and a whole lot of spare change.
So next time you see her, give a little nod to France. And maybe say “merci.” It’s the least we can do for a lady who literally came in pieces.
