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A few days before the election, I went down to New York for a long-planned fundraiser.I wondered if anyone would come, even if only to see a dead man walking. As I made my way through the Sheraton Hotel kitchen to the ballroom, I shook hands with the waiters and kitchen workers, as I always did. One of the waiters, Dimitrios Theofanis, engaged me in a brief conversation that made him a friend for life. ?My nine-year-old boy studies the election in school and he says I should vote for you. If I do, I want you to make my boy free. In Greece, we were poor but we were free. Here, my boy can?t play in the park across the street alone or walk down the street to school by himself because it is too dangerous. He?s not free. So if I vote for you, will you make my boy free?? I almost cried. Here was a man who actually cared about what I could do for his son?s safety. I told him that community police officers, who would walk the blocks and know the residents, could help a lot, and that I was committed to funding 100,000 of them.
Clinton was the man
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