Your honor, with all due respect, I kept the faith and I kept voting — not for the iron fist but for the helping hand. For theirs is a land with a wall around it, and mine is a faith in my fellow man.
Your honor, with all due respect, in the squares of the city, in the shadow of the steeple, near the relief office, I see my people, and some are grumbling and some are wondering, if this land's still made for you and me.
