The Silent Sentinel
The story of how a statue meant to celebrate freedom became a question we still haven’t answered.
She still stands in the harbor, watching. Each morning, she greets the ferries that paddle past at her feet and stands in a stately repose for the tourists who want a photograph. Her face is emblazoned upon coin purses and snow globes, 1,000-piece puzzles and fuzzy socks.
From below her skirts, it’s easy to mistake her for a statue about the triumph and …