I was warned not to come here. I was warned. They warned me, “Don’t stand behind that coffin.” But why should I heed such a warning … when a heartbeat is silent and a child lies dead? “Don’t stand behind this coffin”. That boy was as pure and as innocent as the driven snow. But I must stand here, because I have not given you what you should have. Until we can walk abroad and recreate ourselves, until we can stroll along the streets like boulevards, congregate in parks free from fear, our families mingling, our children laughing, our hearts joined, until that day we have no city. You can label me a failure until that day. The first and perhaps only great mayor was Greek. He was Pericles of Athens and he lived some twenty-five hundred years ago, and he said, “All things good on this Earth flow into the City, because of the City’s greatness.” Well, we were great once. Can we not be great again? Now, I put that question to James Bone, and there’s only silence. Yet could not something pass from this sweet youth to me? Could he not empower me to find in myself the strength to have the knowledge, to summon up the courage, to accomplish this seemingly insurmountable task of making a city livable? Just livable. There was a palace that was a city. It was a palace. It was a palace and it can be a palace again. A palace in which there is no king or queen, or dukes or earls or princes, but subjects all, subjects beholden to each other, to make a better place to live. Is that too much to ask? Are we asking too much for this? Is it beyond our reach? Because if it is, then we are nothing but sheep being herded to the final slaughterhouse! I will not go down that way. I choose to fight back! I choose to rise, not fall! I choose to live, not die! And I know, I know that what’s within me is also within you. That’s why I ask you now to join me. Join me, rise up with me, rise up on the wings of this slain angel. We’ll rebuild on the soul of this little warrior. We will pick up his standard and raise it high! Carry it forward until this city, your city, our city, his city, is a palace again! Is a palace again! … I am with you, little James. I am you.
City Hall, Mayor John Pappas
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