The longer that space stayed clear, the more it became a symbol of defeat, of surrender, of something for “them,” whoever they were, to mock. A memorial only to America’s diminished greatness, its new vulnerability to attack by a fanatic band, mediocrities in all but murder. Paul would never put it so crudely, but the blank space was embarrassing. Filling in that blank, as much as his wife’s ambitions, was why he had wanted to chair the memorial jury. Its work would mark not only his beloved city, but history, too.