Arise Ye Prisoners . . .
Speaking softly, which he can do, and which he does with faint traces of his native Bronx, Sweeney, 61, seems more like someone’s Uncle Lenny than like Lenin. However, he was elected to lead labor because he is thought, with reason, to have ‘Tire in the belly." He has sufficient girth to accommodate a conflagration. His suspenders are blindingly red, like the flags that were to flutter over the barricades at the dawn of justice....