The doors of the Steelworker Movement Hall stood wide open, with hundreds of folding chairs crammed into the limited space.
Leo Wallace stood on the low, makeshift stage.
The space below the stage was packed with people.
Frank Kovalsky, wearing his signature Union jacket, sat in the front row.
Behind him were dozens of steelworkers, these rugged men now sitting ramrod straight, their expressions solemn.
Alina Rodriguez stood in the aisle with her students, their young faces filled with fervent anticipation.
Also present were the family members who had once wept outside the courthouse.
They clutched the Mutual Aid Cards they had received, their eyes fixed on Leo.
Leo wore a simple white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top button undone.
Evelyn Saint Cloud stood in the shadows backstage, dressed in a black trench coat, toying with a stiff red card in her hand.
She watched Leo on the stage, a playful smile on her lips.
