Daley's pomp and presence are a tribute to doggedness, good bookkeeping and, most important, being around. Of clean habits and a clean constitution, he outsat others, who, were it not for bad livers and worse driving, might have themselves presided under the Great Seal. No wonder he prays regularly and works hard. Bridgeport, Ill., just back of the Yards, within smelling distance of the Amphitheater, is where Richard J. Daley has lived all his life. In the bars, heads turn when a stranger comes in.
Blacks pass through in cars, but are unwise to travel by on foot.
Martin Luther King was an outsider. The concerned young of 1968 were outsiders. Puerto Ricans protesting ghetto life on Division Street were outsiders. No doubt the dead Panther leader Fred Hampton was an outsider. Certainly the two black students who bought that house a half block from his own pink bungalow were agents of some alien, Luciferian force.