Over our shoulders, we look down
the long political vista of the years.
We wonder about those rejected…the defeated. Was ours a wise choice?
By what means he pursued the course, what he said and what he did in the heat of the race is not important now. There came the acid test, the cruel moment when the defeated stood alone, politically naked for the entire world to gaze upon. The inner man revealed, hurled down from a height, the exhilarating height of near achievement and hope. He suffers the pain of such a devastating blow. Where Now? Friends will rally around, but he knows that it is his own motivating power generated within himself that must carry him on.