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YOUNGER BROTHER<br>
The Republican vice-presidential candidate was to be in the city that evening to attend a rally. The Secret Service was at<br>
the ready. The recent assassination of President McKinley had been a lesson well learned. Guns were going off everywhere. <br>
<br>
(The Vice Presidential campaign enters. Posters, banners, a marching band, the incumbent candidate waving. He poses for<br>
photographs with J.P. MORGAN on the back of a train. But it's all slightly surreal, as filtered through SARAH's<br>
consciousness.) <br>
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SARAH<br>
I'll tell him...<br>
President, I am coming to you<br>
On behalf of Coalhouse Walker<br>
He don't know I'm here...<br>
He's much too proud!<br>
And I ain't much of a talker<br>
But President, he needs your help, sir<br>
You're the only one<br>
'Cause Coalhouse, he won't marry me<br>
Till this thing is done<br>
And President, we got a son! <br>
<br>
(The march music is suddenly very loud, very real. SARAH breaks through the police barricade and rushes towards him, her arm<br>
outstretched to him.) <br>
<br>
SARAH<br>
President! President!!<br>
<br>
MORGAN<br>
She's got a gun! <br>
<br>
(The police officers club SARAH with their nightsticks. She falls to the ground.)<br>
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[Thanks to Yehuda Alexander for lyrics]<br>
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