So I've had occasion to drive slowly over Coldwater Canyon twice in the past two days, and I was amused to find not one but two (that I know about) statue of liberty lawn sculptures. Maybe it's just me, but I don't think Lady Liberty translates well. Part of what makes her special to me is her size. So this is a diminishment, literal and figurative, no? When set up on the front lawn? In Beverly Hills?
Which brings me to my next point: Really? Beverly Hills? It seems to be proof positive that the people who live there are more than a little out of touch. The tired and poor are only welcome at the bus stops after a long day toiling in your houses and gardens, let's be honest. If you think the statue makes your maid think you're one of the people, think again. It serves only to underscore, in this humble Ellis-island-descendant's opinion, the vast separation of you and me, and while we're at it, you and reality.
Sincerely,
Jenny
No comments:
Post a Comment