Mayor Bloomberg does not expect his life of limousines, first-class flights and black-tie dinners to be marred by their misery and deaths — yet there will be specters haunting his feasts. As when the Ghost of Christmas Present draws back his robe to reveal the starving children of ignorance and want, thus will the curtains Bloomberg has hung to screen his view of terrible realities be parted to show the ghosts of children — his children; our children — whom his heartless decision has cast to the implacable and deadly fates. A terrible chilly wind will blow through those parted curtains — turning his wine sour and his roast, his sweet desserts, all to ashes in his mouth. One by one, his guests will draw back and depart as the accusing ghosts of dead children point out the man who destroyed their lives with a mere flick of a pen. In the last moments of his old age, they are the spirits who will come to conduct him to his final reward.
History will record Mayor Bloomberg as a man of fabulous wealth who could not find it in his heart to help children of his own city who have no resource and no shelter. Have we at last become a society so debased, so without the fundamentals of civilized morality that we can tolerate a leader who takes food from the mouths of children and the roof from over their very heads? If there are gods, surely they will turn away in disgust from a people who have become so vile. This is evidently what Mayor Bloomberg is, but surely it is not what we are. It is time we proved it by rising up with one voice, as a people, to say, “You will not do this terrible thing to children.”
Tobias Grace, Editor, Out In Jersey