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 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 can't afford 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.
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