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145-147 Broome Street.
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So tired, so broken in spirit...
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that when he climbed
the six flights of stairs each night...
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to the three-room, unheated flat...
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the five of us were crowded in...
171 Attorney Street...
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that he did not have
the strength to eat.
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The man did not have
the strength to eat!
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Turning thinner...
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and yellower by the day.
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For lack of what?
A well-balanced diet?
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Too much cholesterol?
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Too many carbohydrates
and starchy substances in his blood?
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Not on your sweet life.
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For lack of everything!
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What was God to my father?
I'll tell ya. Sit down. I'm not finished.
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I'll tell ya
what God was to my father.
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God got my father up those
six-and-a-half flights of stairs...
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not counting the stoop...
every night!
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God got my mother worn gray
from lying to her children...
:40:58
about a better tomorrow
she didn't believe in.
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Up every morning with enough
of the failing strength...
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that finally deserted her last year
at Miami Beach at the age of 91...
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to face another day
of hopelessness and despair.
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3134 Biscayne Boulevard.
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God.
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And you tell me you don't want him
in the ceremony!
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Look at these hands.
The hands of a judge?
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The hands of a professional man?
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Not on your sweet life.
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The hands of a worker!
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I worked!
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These hands toiled
from the time I was nine.
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Strike that. Seven.
Every morning up at 5:00...
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dressing in the pitch black to run down
seven flights of stairs, 13 steps a flight...
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I'll never forget them... to run
five blocks to the Washington market...
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unpacking crates
for 75 cents a week.
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A dollar if I worked
on Sundays. Maybe.
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Where was my God then?