We left NYC and made a quick stop (in the rain) at the site of Black Tom.
What is Black Tom, you ask?
A little bit of history that Woodrow Wilson wanted you to forget about...or never even know about. In the words of Glenn Beck, "I hate that guy!" Ok, as my Grandma always said, "'Hate' is a very strong word." And Jesus said to hate someone in your heart is the same as murder, sooooo.... I'll just say he's far from my favorite and I don't like him.
|This is the only thing that marks such an unknown and tragic event in our history.|
Amongst dozens of picnic tables, this marker is barely noticeable and hard to seek out.
Jamie stumbled across this story a few days before leaving for our trip.
Click here for the story. In a nutshell, Germans exploded a bunch of ammunition and artillery on this Island in the New York Harbor which blew out windows well into the city and registered a 5+ on the Richter scale, yet no one knew what it was. Because Wilson was seeking reelection and didn't want to rock his boat. So shhhhh... there's nothing to see here. This is the reason no one (except the National Park Service) is allowed to tour the arm of the Statue of Liberty: it was pierced by ammunition and has been closed since this explosion.
We headed back to DC via Philly for a cheesesteak.
(For the final part of our trip, click here.)