I had the privilege of meeting Senator Paul Wellstone in person for the last time, about a month ago, at Lucille’s Kitchen in North Minneapolis. I had the privilege of meeting Senator Paul Wellstone in person for the last time, about a month ago, at Lucille’s Kitchen in North Minneapolis. Paul did not have the physical looks of the average U. S. Senator, but he sure sounded like one. Paul was very helpful to the Liberian community, the largest non-White providers of health services in Minnesota. He knew the contributions that Liberia made to this country, Minnesota and mankind, in general. Paul understood our excruciating pains and struggle to regain our social and political sanity and respect.
Paul was our friend, even though he might not have remembered seeing some of us or knowing our names. We, too, might not have known his middle name, last name or home. We, however, knew he was Paul and he was our advocate. This is the definition of real friendship, in our dictionary. The life of Paul only reminds us that we, too, “can make our lives sublime”.
Paul earned the right to recite the words of Saint Paul: “I have fought a good fight. I have finished my course. I have kept the faith”. Now, I hope there is a kingdom of righteousness awaiting this trained fighter who fought for those expected to fight, even though some were without arms, legs, feet or eyes. Paul fought for those who might not have known where the fighting ring was and had no idea what were the rules governing the game of fighting for survival, or sometimes mere subsistence.
Paul knew it all; so, Paul fought. Good night, teacher. Good night, our friend. Good night, senator. Good night, Paul. Sleep in peace. As you sleep, listen back for the results of the senatorial race in Minnesota. We will not make you ashamed. Your friends will make sure your death was not in vain. We promise to flood the polls on Nov. 5, 2002. This will be your true farewell party.