We keep rolling forward.
Our date with the Ellis Island National Museum of Immigration: Friday, June 14, 2024.
The National Park Service—which made an exception to open the bridge for us, out of respect for our 16,000 mile Ride, of which you have been a part—asked us to cross the bridge at 7:30 AM. They don’t want our visit to distract tourists who arrive by ferry beginning at 9:15.
We are happy to oblige.
Meanwhile, we’ve spread the word in New York City about human rights.
Some of our latest photos and where we took them:



Hold this thought about lack of respect for the law.
























We agree with Octavia and Joseph. In our wealthy country, housing should be a human right. (Ethics aside, providing people in distress with decent housing is cheaper than putting them in homeless shelters, jails, and hospital beds.)
Breaking Ground helps our country move forward.
Meanwhile, our national government is moving us backward.
All people have the right to ask for asylum—that is, for refuge from persecution—under United States law and international law.
Our government does not respect its (our) own laws.
Our government is making it difficult or impossible for putative refugees to exercise this right.
Our government has declared that it will bar many lawful asylum applications.
Our government provides too few resources to adjudicate new and pending asylum casees, which won’t be decided for many years. Delay encourages people with weak cases to game the system. Delay leaves in painful limbo, and endangers, people with strong cases.
Our government spends needless billions on jailing innocent migrants.
And our government provides no lawful immigration pathway for migrants fleeing poverty and crime—people who will strengthen our country if only we let them.
Jeffrey and I pedal bicycles. Push the pedals forward and our machine advances. Backpedal and our wheels disengage; we roll to a stop and tip over.
America is backpedaling.
Tipping over.

Dare we hope for better?
At West 81st and Broadway, we stopped at an office supply store to recycle a laser cartridge. A heavily tattooed New Yorker, his complexion a handsome dark contrast to Jeffrey’s sorry sun-scarred grayish pink, saw our sign …

… gave Jeffrey a big smile, offered his hand, and said
Thank you for your service.
Jeffrey was moved.
Too moved to ask to take his photo, and that of his lovely companion.
We don’t seek praise.
We seek impact.
When someone notices—sees us, and sees what we are trying to do—it makes up for a lot of what we’ve gone through on these Rides.
If our government would notice—see us, hear us, see and hear YOU when you call on our leaders to do what’s right—it all would be worth it.
We’ll be in touch again after we visit Ellis Island on Flag Day.
Meanwhile, if you haven’t yet, please donate to Human Rights First.
Good luck for Friday- can’t wait to hear all about it. Love the facts and photos of the Diatoms. You had a number of moving encounters in NYC. You’ll have to think of another fabulous project when this ride comes to a halt! lots of love, Shoshana
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