Sept. 20 the gathering grayness over Union Square in lower Manhattan threatened rain. A young African American man, a city worker, drove a blue pickup into the little park formed by the intersection of Broadway and Park Avenue.
Gently tugging handbills from walls and fences in the park, he tenderly bound and stacked them in neat piles in his truck. Reverence is the only word adequate for his eyes, his quiet face and the caring way he went about his duty.
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