After seeing the executive order be made over the weekend and the protests that came from it, I feel as if there is someone special apart of this country who needs to hear an apology: Lady Liberty.

I'm sorry that you believed your purpose for standing in the New York Harbor was to be a sign of freedom and relief to immigrants. I know your creator, Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi, purposely made you hold the "tabula ansata" (tablet) that is inscribed with a date held very close to this country's heart: July 4, 1776, the day Thomas Jefferson declared "all men are created equal". I know the tablet is meant to evoke a law that should seem natural to us, but somehow isn't. This law is the one that your creator translated into a poem and inscribed it into the tablet:

"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-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

At some point your law reflected the values of the nation you stand in front of. But somewhere along the way, we lost that idea. I'm sorry that you had to watch us turn away that ship filled with Jewish people trying to escape the horrific terror that was happening in Europe, I can barely imagine how you felt then.

I know that you have stood by broken chains all this time thinking it would be something symbolic of freedom, of something bigger and more monumental than you, but now those copper chains are rusted and aren't so symbolic anymore.

I'm sorry that you thought the only debate you would be a part of is where the state lines of New York and New Jersey line and where you stand in accordance to that line.

I can imagine what your life was like when there were so many people swarming at your base coming into the country. Seeing their tear stained faces when they saw your torch from the boat or how they dropped to their knees after not being on solid land for weeks at a time must have made you feel great - maybe even righteous. I wonder how many times you've wanted to flip off the persecutors and the horrific terrors and yell "SCREW YOU. JUST TRY AND HURT THESE PEOPLE NOW."

You saw my ancestors and many other people's ancestors get off a boat and kiss the land you stood on; you saw children starved to the bone smile as they looked up to you - that cold metal chest of yours must have warmed.

Lady Liberty, I am sorry that your purpose to this country is no longer needed and I wish it was because we didn't need a reminder for it.