Pedestals Thousands cheer, chant, and clap as one of their own is proudly carried toward the lofty pedestal. The audience urges him up the stairway, step by step, higher and higher far above the masses on the prominent platform. The media is there with lights, cameras, and prime-time coverage. Publishers huddle around the base, for they know pedestal-people sell well. The crowds on satellite hook-ups hang on every last world, for he seems so close to eternity. Yet he feels unsure, unworthy, afraid, and very alone . . . But at that height no one notices, no one questions, no one confronts. And so in a split second the trap door swings, the noose tightens, the crowd gasps. Undeterred, the mob moves on to build more pedestals; to encourage another of their own up the starlit steps. But mostly to wonder why those at the pinnacle keep falling from the heights. © 1988 James N. Watkins
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