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Is that ethnic division significant? Am I bigoted to notice? A self-hater, as I am an Italian quadroon? The matter then went to the City Council, the court of last resort. Preservationists packed Council chambers. Located in the red brick manse of George Brisbane, son of our first merchant, City Hall too, will one day be reduced to rubble. The Daily News set the tone in its pre-meeting editorial: The Council enthusiastically approved destruction; we rush into the future, unimpeded by the past. When did we lose confidence in ourselves? When did small-town America forfeit home rule?
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