blows over the hill, and the sun shines bright enough to warm the bricks of the wall around the plot. Leaning back against the wall, I regard Paul Labry.
Where most of the Catholics in Natchez are Irish or Italian, Paul is of French descent. By marriage, he?s related to the Acadians forced by the Spanish to live near what would become the infamous Morville Plantation. Labry has dark eyes and skin and he?s still handsome despite losing some hair and putting on weight. He looks more like an aging poet than the manager of an office-supply business, but I never cease to be amazed by how poorly some people fit the stereotype of their occupation.
?Paul, I want to tell you something that I haven'?t told anyone else.?
?I thought you wanted to ask me something.?
?That too. I?'ve decided to step down as mayor.?
He looks me from head to toe. ?You?re not sick, are you??
Tim asked me the same thing the night we met here. ?No, it?s not that. My reasons are personal, mostly to do with Annie and Caitlin.?
Paul?s watching me like a man who still can?t believe what he?s hearing. ?Are you guys getting back together? You and Caitlin??
?If she?ll have me.?
?Are you kidding? You know she loves you.?
?Not enough to live here with me.?
He purses his lips while he mulls this over. ?Is that it, then? You want to stay in Natchez, but you feel you can?t??
?No. It?s time for me to go. The reason I'm talking to you is that I want you to stand for mayor in the special election after I'm gone.?
Labry draws back, his face pale. ?Are you serious??
?It should have been you two years ago. I should never have run.?
?Oh, that?s bullshit.?
?No, it?s not. You?re the man for the job, Paul. I think you
should announce on the same day I resign, and I'?ll throw you my full support.?
Labry turns away, looking thoughtfully toward the tent over Tim?s grave. ?I used to think I might try it,? he says. ?But I'm forty-four now, and I'm starting to think I don'?t understand the world anymore. My father?s business is going down, Penn. Wal-Mart and the rest have about killed it. I?'ve tried to save it, but the hole just keeps getting deeper.? His cheeks redden in embarrassment. ?All the old retail places are going down. Hell, we don'?t have more than a handful of Jewish families left in town, and they were the backbone of the retail economy when we were growing up.?
I hoped I wouldn'?t have to play the next card, but Paul?s not giving me any choice. ?I'm sorry to hear that. Because if you don'?t run, you know who?s going to get the job.?
Paul blanches again. ?Shad Johnson??
?Yep.?
?Christ.?
?Who knows? Maybe that wouldn'?t be such a bad thing.?
?Bullshit.? Paul lowers his voice. ?I was talking to Father Nightingale, from out at Mandamus Baptist? He speaks for a lot of the black community. He doesn?'t even like Shad being district attorney. Said you can?t trust him as far as you?d throw him. I'm not sure the blacks would even turn out for him.?
?They will if you?re not in the race. But if you?re in it, they?ll vote for you. They know where your heart is.?
Labry looks away for a while, then turns back to me. ?Penn, if you can?t accomplish the things we dreamed about, what chance do I have??
?That'?s the wrong way to look at it. I aimed too high. I wanted to solve the education problem because that?s where salvation lies, but I couldn'?t do it. I used to blame the whites for that, but there?s blame on both sides.?
He nods dejectedly. ?You know what I think the real obstacle is??
?Does it even matter? The existing public facilities couldn'?t absorb the kids from the private schools even if their parents decided to send them.?
?Oh, hell, that?s just a matter of money. If we really brought all those kids into one system, what you?d have is a bunch of white kids
who couldn'?t make the athletic teams and a bunch of black kids who couldn'?t make their grades. You talk about something nobody wants?
it.?
There?s truth in what Labry says, but he knows the reasons run deeper. ?Paul, if I was going to live up to my principles, I would have moved Annie to the public school on the day I was elected. But I didn't. I was unwilling to risk my child?s education, and maybe her safety, unless there were a dozen other white kids in there with her. It?s time for someone with more conviction and a different list of priorities to give it a shot. And that?s you.?
Labry?s blushing now. ?You know, I think when we lost the Toyota plant, we lost the mandate you had after the election. We?ll eventually get there on education. But people?s first concern is high-paying jobs.?
?You?ll never get the latter without the former. But there are lots of other things to be done. Annexation of county land. Pushing through the eco-preserve on the creek. Keeping the selectmen from covering the bluff with RV parks. Schmoozing people like Hans Necker. You?re twice as good as I am at that stuff. Be honest, Paul. Don?t you want the job??
Labry looks down and twists the toe of his shoe into the grass. ?From what I?'ve seen these past years, being mayor?s about dealing with a bunch of people who all think they'?re something special.?
?Well, aren'?t they? If anyone still believes that, I figured it was you.?
?Sure they are. But no more special than anybody else. We get in trouble when we start thinking we?re better than our neighbor. Or that somebody else is better than the rest of us. But that?s what people always do.?
?Is that how you see me? As a guy who thinks he?s better than other people??
Paul laughs softly. ?That'?s the funny thing. You
better, in a lot of ways. Oh, I'm sure you'?ve got your secrets; everybody does. But knowing you like I do, knowing all you'?ve accomplished in your past, and then seeing you fail in your own eyes??
?I'm not a politician, Paul. That'?s why I never ran for DA in Houston. I was a lawyer at heart. Now I'm a novelist, and I think that spoiled me. When you write a book, you have total control of
the universe and everyone in it. When you?re mayor of a town, you?re lucky if you can control yourself, much less anyone else.?
Labry steps onto a low concrete wall and sweeps his hand to take in the whole of the cemetery. ?Look out there. Jewish Hill, Catholic Hill, Protestants between. Colored Ground. Babyland, where the unwed mothers? babies went if they died. We try so hard to stay separate from each other that we even do it in death. It?s tribal, man, and it?s not just the South.? Paul turns and points toward the rear of the cemetery. ?But the truth is over there behind Catholic Hill, in those thick woods. Paupers? Field. There?s three thousand bodies back there, just dropped in holes in the ground. In the dark under those trees, there?s no separation. The roots are growing down through all of them, just alike.?
?I'm not sure I see where you?re going. But it doesn?'t sound like you?re too interested in being mayor.?
?We?re all equal before God,? Labry says. ?That'?s what I'm saying. But nobody walking this planet seems to get that. Everybody sins, Penn.
That'?s the great leveler. Not death.
?
?I was hoping for a more definitive answer.?
Labry gazes into the forest for a while. Then without warning he springs off the wall and looks up at me with a grin. ?Hell, yes, I'?ll do it. I'?ll be the damnedest mayor this town ever had!?
I look back in amazement for a few moments, then we both burst out laughing.
