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Ralph pushed on the middle bar of his<br />

glasses.<br />

He looked at the back door for the<br />

bishop. Out of his peripheral vision<br />

he checked both side doors for the<br />

troops that would march him from the<br />

altar to the city jail.<br />

“If we do nothing. If we shake hands<br />

after Mass and agree that all is well,<br />

we mean that all is well with us, all<br />

is well in our home and on our block<br />

and that is all that matters.<br />

“And then we are the problem.”<br />

He paused again. …<br />

“When I lived in that nice neighborhood<br />

with the soft breeze and the<br />

distant call of the train engine, I was<br />

certain I was in a good spot.<br />

Without ever really sitting down to<br />

think about it, I was absolutely sure,<br />

before my feet hit the floor each<br />

morning, that things were in place:<br />

everything in alphabetical order,<br />

counted and blessed.<br />

“And I was wrong.<br />

“And now, what this country needs<br />

more than cheap gas or friendly<br />

hometown banking is a Democracy<br />

movement.<br />

We need someone, some skinny,<br />

tired, brave soul, some old<br />

man on his way home from Safeway<br />

some afternoon willing to sit in Teeen-a-man<br />

Square and say enough is<br />

enough.<br />

“One person could do something.<br />

“For lack of one courageous man on<br />

the Warren Commission generations<br />

have lived entire lives in a fantasy<br />

world of Ferris Wheels and mirrors.<br />

“Kennedy was going to bring us out<br />

of Vietnam.<br />

“Eisenhower before him had warned<br />

of the influence of the military-industrial<br />

complex, those people who<br />

make money from weaponry. And<br />

then those forces took Kennedy<br />

out as he was making some sort of<br />

peace with the Soviet Union as well.<br />

And so tens of thousands of young<br />

Americans were slaughtered in<br />

Vietnam; thousands of American<br />

families with a forever thorn in their<br />

side.<br />

“And Nixon and Ford, Carter, Reagan,<br />

Bush, Clinton, Bush were able<br />

to continue to make money from<br />

war, from death, from a slug of metal<br />

formed in a young Iowan’s hands<br />

in some small town bullet factory<br />

heating the cool morning air making<br />

its way into the bone and viscera<br />

and brain matter and memories of a<br />

young man on “the other side.” …<br />

… “Lyndon Johnson did it, didn’t<br />

he.<br />

He wanted to be president so<br />

bad he could taste it. And then<br />

he saw he was shut out of the Kennedy<br />

administration and before him<br />

he saw four more years of John, and<br />

eight each of Robert and Ted. He<br />

had to shit now or forever hold it.”<br />

The priest smiled with his slightly<br />

buck teeth and wavy hair that made<br />

him look for a moment like Bobby<br />

Kennedy.<br />

“We all know that, but nobody has<br />

ever actually uttered those words in<br />

America. Not the librarian in Moon<br />

Rock Lake or the produce manager<br />

at Super Mart or the superintendent<br />

of the Moon Rock Lake public<br />

schools.<br />

“Responsible people … we assume.”<br />

He squeezed the wood, smiled<br />

and looked up at the ceiling<br />

fans twirling as he recalled the news<br />

that had shattered the quiet so many<br />

years ago.<br />

“And so I bring up Kennedy,” he said<br />

matter-of-factly, as a shoe salesman<br />

saying that brown was the going color<br />

this year.<br />

“Well, no, he was not Christ and he<br />

was not resurrected. And he certainly<br />

was not a saint. He was a sinner,<br />

through and through, just like me and<br />

just like you.<br />

“He was a Catholic, yes. But no big<br />

deal. Again, anybody can become a<br />

Catholic.<br />

“I bring it up because it is what is on<br />

my mind.<br />

“Many of you do not remember John<br />

Kennedy, many of us remember<br />

nothing but.<br />

“Where do these thoughts of John<br />

Kennedy, his brother Robert and Martin<br />

Luther King Jr. come from? All<br />

mortal men. But in my mind heroes,<br />

just as Jesus is a hero of mine.<br />

“And to be a hero of mine you have<br />

to do one thing.”<br />

Ralph put up his crooked right pointer<br />

finger, the finger that had been<br />

stomped on.<br />

He held it over his head and out toward<br />

the congregation.<br />

“You have to go and get yourself<br />

killed.”<br />

He held the finger in the air until<br />

it became the focus of the room.<br />

Couples with their arms interlocked<br />

on the pew behind the heads of their<br />

children stared at the finger.<br />

Ralph meant to be pointing straight<br />

up, toward the ceiling in exclamation,<br />

when actually his broken finger was<br />

more of a comma.<br />

“You can’t score six touchdowns on<br />

one night and be my hero.”<br />

<strong>November</strong> <strong>2017</strong>/<strong>Penn</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong>/69

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