A politician was making a speech in the heart of the slum area. "When I'm elected," he thundered, "you won't see that long, dreary breadline. When I'm elected, there'll be two breadlines-one for white and one for rye!"
"Fellow citizens," shouted the political candidate, I have represented you at the capital at a great sacrifice to myself. I have neglected my home and family. I have fought. I have strived, I have-"
"Stop, you've done enough for us," came a voice from the crowd. "We'll vote for your opponent!"
