Among the images seared in my memory is that of standing alone at the railing of a ship on a cold and foggy winter morning sixty-five years ago when, as the sun began to break through mist, I first saw, bathed in an iridescent glow, the Statue of Liberty.  I had traveled from a continent that had nearly destroyed itself and left in its wake nearly 40 million dead and millions more wounded or displaced.  I came to a nation that had opened its arms to me, a nameless and displaced war orphan.  Since that day I have had a love affair with the United States and its people.  Whether it was participating in the March on Washington in August of 1963 and listening to the stirring words of Martin Luther King and my subsequent involvement in the civil rights movement, or being a volunteer in the Ronald Reagan campaign of 1980, or in 2008 on these pages and others to take up the pen and warn the people of the dangers of Barack Obama in combination with an obsequious...(Read Full Article)