On the deck above us I could hear the men tramping up and down in the wintry blast. I felt dizzy, visioning a transport of politicals doomed to Siberia, the étape of former Russian days. Russia of the past rose before me and I saw the revolutionary martyrs being driven into exile. But no, it was New York, it was America, the land of liberty! Through the port-hole I could see the great city receding into the distance, its sky-line of buildings traceable by their rearing heads. It was my beloved city, the metropolis of the New World. It was America, indeed, America repeating the terrible scenes of tsarist Russia! I glanced up-the Statue of Liberty!" Emma Goldman, Living My Life, Vol. 2 (New York: Alfred A. Knopf), p. 717.
In this drawing, the smoke from the USS Buford, the ship that took 249 deportees including Emma Goldman from America to the Soviet Union, clouds the face of the Statue of Liberty.
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