| A plea to Wall Street
I'm not a communist and I can honestly say that I've never known an American that is. I'm not interested in living in a house the size of a hotel and I don't care to own shoes that cost more than the yearly mortgage payment for a modest home. What I would like is a house. I'd like to be able to provide a decent living for a family. I'd like health insurance. I'd like a job that doesn't constantly have a Wall Street ax hanging over it, ready to drop if the company has a bad quarter. I'd like to believe that the men and women of Wall Street care about the health of my community as much as we care about theirs. I know this letter is dramatic in nature. I assume that most people who read these words will smirk at what I'm saying. I know that even the people who I stand up to represent will, at the very least, be disgusted by the timing of it. The insanity of the images we all have witnessed--of planes full of innocent people being flown into a building full of innocent people--is hard to dispute or belittle. But that is not my intention. I just humbly ask you to remember the destruction caused by the stretch limousines that tear through the factories and farms of the working classes of the United States of America. Today, as the U.S. economy sinks further into recession, that destruction only continues, with more layoffs and more ruined communities. We are there for you, Wall Street. We'll be there to clean up the mess. We'll help rebuild. We will go to war for you to make sure that something this terrible never happens to you or your families again. We will pray for you and sacrifice for you. Will you do the same for us?
A plea to Wall Street |