rio cuomo : A Tale of two cities On behalf of the Empire State and the family of New York i thank you for the great privilege of being able to address this convention please allow me to skip the stories and the poetry and the temptation to deal in nice but vague rhetoric. Let me instead this valuable opportunity to deal immediately with questions that should ermine this election and that we all know are vital to the American people Ten days ago, President Reagan adm itted that although some peop le in this country seemed to be doing well nowadays, others were unhappy even worried, about themselves, their families and their futures. The president said that he didn't understand that fear. He said why, this country is a shining city on a hill. " And the president is right. In many ways we are a shining city on a hill But the hard truth is that not everyone is shar ing in this city,'s splendor and glory. A shining city is perhaps all the president sees from the portico of the white House and the veranda of his ranch, where everyone seems to be doing well. But there's another city there's another part to the shining the city the part where some people can't pay their mortgages, and most young people cant afford one where students can't afford the education they need and midd le-class parents watch the dreams they hold for their children evaporate In this part of the city there are more poor than ever, more families in trouble, more and more people who need help but cant find it. Even worse: There are elderly people who tremble in the basements of the houses there. and there are people who sleep in the city streets, in the gutter, where the glitter doesnt show. There are ghettos w here thousands of young people, without a job or an education, give their lives away to drug dealers every day. There is despair, Mr. President, in the faces that you don' t see, in the places that you don't visit in your shining city. In fact, Mr. President, this is a nation --.Mr. President you ought to know that this nation is more a Tale of Two Cities than it is just a Shining city on a Hill Maybe, maybe, Mr President, if you visited some more places. Maybe if you went to Appalachia where some people still live in sheds, maybe if you went to Lackawanna where thousands of unemployed steel workers wonder why we subsidized foreign steel May be, maybe, Mr. President, if you stopped in at a shelter in Chicago and spoke to the homeless there maybe Mr. President if you asked a woman who had been denied the help she needed to feed her children because you sa id you needed the money for a tax break for a millionaire or for a missile we couldnt afford to use Maybe, maybe, Mr. President But I'm afraid not.Mario Cuomo: "A Tale of Two Cities" On behalf of the Empire State and the family of New York, I thank you for the great privilege of being able to address this convention. Please allow me to skip the stories and the poetry and the temptation to deal in nice but vague rhetoric. Let me instead use this valuable opportunity to deal immediately with questions that should determine this election and that we all know are vital to the American people. Ten days ago, President Reagan admitted that although some people in this country seemed to be doing well nowadays, others were unhappy, even worried, about themselves, their families and their futures. The president said that he didn't understand that fear. He said, "Why, this country is a shining city on a hill." And the president is right. In many ways we are a shining city on a hill. But the hard truth is that not everyone is sharing in this city's splendor and glory. A shining city is perhaps all the president sees f rom the portico of the White House and the veranda of his ranch, where everyone seems to be doing well. But there's another city; there's another part to the shining the city; the part where some people can't pay their mortgages, and most young people can't af ford one, where students can't afford the education they need, and middle-class parents watch the dreams they hold for their children evaporate. In this part of the city there are more poor than ever, more families in trouble, more and more people who need help but can't find it. Even worse: There are elderly people who tremble in the basements of the houses there. And there are people who sleep in the city streets, in the gutter, where the glitter doesn't show. There are ghettos where thousands of young people, without a job or an education, give their lives away to drug dealers every day. There is despair, Mr. President, in the faces that you don't see, in the places that you don't visit in your shining city. In fact, Mr. President, this is a nation --. Mr. President you ought to know that this nation is more a "Tale of Two Cities" than it is just a "Shining City on a Hill." Maybe, maybe, Mr. President, if you visited some more places. Maybe if you went to Appalachia where some people still live in sheds, maybe if you went to Lackawanna where thousands of unemployed steel workers wonder why we subsidized foreign steel. Maybe, maybe, Mr. President, if you stopped in at a shelter in Chicago and spoke to the homeless there; maybe, Mr. President, if you asked a woman who had been denied the help she needed to feed her children because you said you needed the money for a tax break for a millionaire or for a missile we couldn't afford to use. Maybe, maybe, Mr. President. But I'm af raid not