A CHAT BETWEEN TWO GIANTS

For much of my life, I have lived under the gentle watch of two world-famous statues with a lot in common.   Lady Liberty (the Statue of Liberty) in New York City and Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro, Cristo Redentor as it is affectionately known in Brazil.  In their respective cities, these two colossal, symbolic and recognizable landmarks are cherished as beacons of light.  Both have the Atlantic Ocean at their feet. Liberty welcomes people seeking safe harbor, and perched on the Corcovado granite pinnacle, Cristo outstretches his arms to the people huddled around the Bay of Guanabara.  


By coincidence, both statues have strong French ties.
 Sculptor Frederic-Auguste Bartoldi created Lady Liberty with Gustave Eiffel, the engineer behind the famous tower.  She was gifted to the young American Republic by a group of idealistic French Republicans (1886).  The Cristo was designed by Hector da Silva Costa, a Brazilian sculptor with the assistance of a French Polish sculptor named Paul Landowski and engineer Albert Caquot (1931).  These two gave Cristo is Art Déco caché; it is named as one of the New Seven Wonders of the World. Lady Liberty has been inscribed on the World Heritage list of UNESCO in 1984. 

Both landmarks have become prized symbols of peace, freedom, and embrace.  They embodied the values, ideals, and identities of those who cherish them: Christian values in Brazil, and democracy and hospitality in America.  With these values under attack in both countries, Liberty and Cristo must commiserate over their loss of guidance.  I have often imagined a dialogue between these two giants.  Surely their iconic status and shared traits give them reason to chat now and then, exchanging views on the people beneath their gaze and beyond. Their conversation, probably in French, might go like this.

This week, Liberty called Cristo to wish him a happy 95th birthday.  Cristo sounded downcast because his party had been eclipsed by a glitzy celebrity wedding in the small chapel at his feet.  The groom was a son the anti-wax American Health Secretary and the bride, a local pop star, daughter of a rich Brazilian businessman who recently had a falling out with an offspring of the Bolsonaro clan. 

Liberty tried to cheer Cristo up by reminding him that she had faced worse existential disappointments, she may not have existed at all.  In 1865, a group of French republican enthusiasts offered the Americans a huge bronze statue however with a financial catch.  A pedestal had to be built for it.  Dismissed for lack of patriotic value, no one wanted to finance it.  Finally, 20 years later, championed by Joseph Pulitzer, the newspaper tycoon, a crowdfunding campaign raised $100 000 to build the pedestal where the statue stands near Ellis Island.  Since then, more than 12 million immigrants have landed in America under the watch of the torch-bearing goddess of freedom.

Cristo’s dejected mood led him to ask Liberty a pointed question: She was no longer welcoming migrants, therefore no longer upholding her values and visitor numbers were dropping, was she not thinking of moving back to France?  Shocked, she replied that 3,54 million tourists were more than the paltry 1.5 million who risk their life to go up to the Corcovado, is not Rio an organized terrorist hotbed?  As a proud American, she approved of her values being reinterpreted like a political and global mirror.  She asserted that, unlike other American cities, New York City does not demolish its landmarks. 

Cristo felt that Christian tolerance should prevail in conversation with Liberty.  He told her that he had a change of heart, has he not evolved from a strict Catholic symbol (to confront the perceived post WWI godlessness) to becoming a compassionate family member? and “an accomplice to all this carioca spirit” (Tom Jobim).  Still, he could not resist bragging that he has achieved the seemingly impossible: uniting Brazil’s two main Christian faiths where politicians had failed.

Cristo ended the chat by expressing saudade of the pre-cellphones age, when he was not yet an “Instagrammable” attraction.  Liberty approved the selfie mania, otherwise she would feel lonely.  Both are cultural and touristic icons, major bucket-list landmarks, has fame made them a bit spoilt?

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