Mr. Speaker, Bill Pascrell was one of the most unique and authentic people I have ever had the privilege of knowing and serving with as both a colleague and a dear friend. He was so loved and appreciated for his candor and for the…
Mr. Speaker, Bill Pascrell was one of the most unique and authentic people I have ever had the privilege of knowing and serving with as both a colleague and a dear friend. He was so loved and appreciated for his candor and for the authentic way that he communicated his concerns for the people of Paterson and all of New Jersey. The Congress will never quite be the same, and nor will the `corner,' our committee, or the Democratic Caucus. He was loved and respected by both Democrats and Republicans. He had that kind of impact on people and especially his friends and family for whom he deeply loved. Our hearts go out to his wife Elsie, his sons William III, Glenn, and David, his grandchildren, and the entire Pascrell family.
It is my honor to include in the Record a eulogy delivered by Monsignor Eugene R. (Geno) Sylva of the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist in Paterson, NJ, who on August 28th captured the essence of the Late Honorable Bill Pascrell:
A reading from the Holy Gospel According to Luke: ``For if
you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even
sinners who love those who love them. If you do good to those
who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even
sinners do the same. If you lend money to those whom you
expect repayment, what credit is that to you? Even sinners
lend to sinners and get back the same amount. But rather,
love your enemies, do good to them, lend expecting nothing
back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be
children of the Most High. For He himself is kind to the
ungrateful and the wicked. Be merciful, just as also your
Father is merciful.'' The Gospel of the Lord.
Please be seated.
Elsie, Bill, Glenn, David, Kelly, the whole family, please
know that our love and our prayers have been with you and
will continue to be with you. And to have all of you here,
and to have his bishop, deacons, priests, to have his beloved
firefighters, his wonderful group of pastors, his peers in
politics--the Congressman would've loved this. And Bill, I
think you're right, if your father was speaking, he'd still
be talking now. Because we tried at times, there was no doing
this (motions to cut off) once he got rollin'.
On the morning of Sherriff Richard Berdnik's funeral mass,
this cathedral was overflowing with people. Police officers,
firefighters lined the streets outside, the haunting sounds
of the bagpipes wailed, when all of a sudden, my phone in my
pocket begins to buzz. Worried that there might be an
emergency outside, I take the phone out of my pocket, and I
see the name Congressman Bill Pascrell. So, in a hushed
voice, I answered the phone, hoping that The Congressman
realized that the funeral was about to begin. There on the
line, was the frantic voice of The Congressman, ``Monsignor,
delay the start of the mass, I'm running late! You have to
stall for 15 minutes.'' This is no exaggeration. ``I loved
the sheriff, I can't be late for the mass, I have to be
there, I'm tellin' ya, start late.'' I gotta be honest with
you, my heart dropped. I'm sure we've all been in those
situations where the beloved Congressman has spoken very . .
. strongly. You never wanted to let him down, right? You see,
after the Sherriff's wake the evening before, the Congressman
had been rushed to the hospital and was only being released
that very morning. He wanted to go home with Elsie and get
changed so that he could look presentable for the funeral
mass for his beloved friend, Sherriff Berdnik. Now, most
normal men, they probably would've gone home and gone to bed.
Not Bill. He had to go to church to pray for his friend.
But that's Congressman William J. Pascrell Jr. If he loved
ya, there was no extent that he would not go to in order to
help ya. But what made him truly remarkable, as it is easy to
help those whom you love, and who you love, was that Bill
would do all that he could to assist you even if he didn't
like you, and you might not have liked him. Yes, he was a
self-proclaimed tough guy, a street fighter from Paterson,
``with only one T!'' Right, how many times did we hear that?
But what made him so remarkable, and please take this to
heart, the Congressman could fight without hate. He could
fight without hate. He could become enraged and angry, I'm
sure we all felt that, without becoming vengeful. How many
times did he and I argue bitterly? And I'm sure you can guess
on what some of those issue might have been. I mean we really
slugged it out. But as heated as the discussions may have
become, however, he never let the disagreement--his anger--
lead him to disregard my position, my personhood. And in
those exchanges, I got to see his heart, and he took the time
to see my heart.
And how was he able to do this? Because he fought one
particular prized fight every day. One that was even more
important than all of those battles on Capitol Hill. And what
was that fight? Not to allow his justified anger--to make the
world a better place--to simmer and to settle into hatred.
For St. Thomas Aquinas had written, ``anger becomes a mortal
sin only if through the fierceness of anger, one falls away
from the love of God and his neighbor.'' You see, anger is
not always contrary to love. For it seeks at times to make
things right. It's only sin when it's no longer tethered to
love, which is the greatest good.
Bill was able to tether his fierceness to love. His fiery
character, which was trained in virtue by his dear parents,
St. John's High School, and yes, the Jesuits at Fordham, to
bring about good for God's kingdom. Friends, if there ever
was a quote to capture the essence of Congressman
Pascrell, it was the words of St. Augustine, whose feast
day we celebrate today, so thank you for the other quote
from St. Augustine: ``Hope has two beautiful daughters--
their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things
are and Courage to see that they do not remain the way
that they are''.
Because Bill was a man of justified anger, not of hatred--a
man of courage, not of intimidation, the Congressman offered
to each one of us in our own ways hope. I just invite you for
a moment to recall one of those moments of hope that
Congressman Bill Pascrell gave you. A moment of hope that
might have been uncomfortable in the moment, but it got you
to a place you never thought you could get, and you got.
Friends, as wonderful as those memories are, we're not here
today merely to recall those earthly moments of hope that
Bill gave us, but to pray for his eternal soul, won only
through Christ's victorious battle over sin and death. For
it's only Christ's victorious battle, not those that we wage,
that we find Christian hope. Our politicians, you provide us
with optimism, and boy, do we need that. But only Christ
graces us with eternal hope, through His victory, not on
Capitol Hill in Washington, but a hill called Golgotha in
Jerusalem. How we need both human hope and theological
Christian hope. For what is Christian hope? Christian hope is
trusting in another who is capable of extending and expanding
out limited hope and optimism into the future, into the
Divine. And that other is Jesus Christ. Chrisitan hope is
more than optimism, a belief that all will be well tomorrow.
Hope has a name and a face, hope is a person, and he is Jesus
Christ. And with hope and with the Lord, we can face the
future without having to know what tomorrow looks like or
what even awaits us. With hope, with Him, we know that our
lives will not end in emptiness. We have hope in the person
of Jesus who is alive and always with us. We know Him and we
trust Him. Friends in the resurrection, the risen Lord speaks
to us and tells us, ``Yes you need me, for no one can do this
on their own, no matter the titles we have, the power we
have. Yes, you need me, and you love me, and you have me, for
I died for you.'' Friends, in our grief today, we are offered
hope amidst our tears. For with hope in Christ, we see the
loss of our husband, our father, our grandfather, our peer,
and our friend in the light of the resurrection, for even now
through our tears the Lord makes the sunset of death give
itself way to the dawning of eternal life. Filled with hope,
as we just pause for a moment to remember a man who assisted
us in this life. So now we pause to pray for him into the
next. For you see, if our relationships--our love--ended in
death, then Bill's death would be a tragedy: an opportunity
lost, a wound perpetually raw. Thus, it is death that we must
ask the most important question I really believe: ``Can I
love someone more, even after they died?'' And the answer is
yes. And how? By praying our loved one on the final road,
through the purification of sin, to his final home in heaven.
And friends, speaking of the road to heaven, I'm reminded of
something interested about the road to Paterson. Bill
Pascrell III this week told me something interesting about
his father that I never knew. That Governor Murphy, back in
2020, designated Route 19 the William J. Pascrell Highway.
Right? But before you clap; Governor Murphy, that was
wonderful. But . . . while you clap, Billy told me that the
other day, I thought to myself `how did I not know that?' You
know why I didn't know it? There's no sign telling us that.
Sorry Governor, there's no sign. I had to do it. Sorry Mayor.
Sorry. Thanks. The road the Congressman has taken, you Elsie,
Bill, David, Glenn, the entire family, you've been on with
him, you were with him
through each battle, though there may be no public signs
designated to his road or your road. That's ok. You and Dad
never needed fame. You see, you knew that he loved you more
than everyone else and knew that it was you who allowed him
to fight the good fight each day.
And Elsie, having seen you both side-by-side for 30 years,
I believe it was only your sweetness, your humility, your
strength, your goodness, which in the end, allowed him to win
the most important prized fight of his life: that of being
man of justified anger, rather than one who ever had a
hateful heart. For in the end, Elsie, he always knew that he
had you, his greatest prize ever.
By the way, just finishing, you're wondering about Sherriff
Berdnik's funeral--what did he do? I was really in a pickle,
half Polish, half Italian. I had to start the mass on time
for our Polish Sheriff, because I knew he would want that.
But being half Italian, I knew I had to wait for our Italian
Congressman, for I feared his wrath if I didn't wait. I was
saved in the end by the Paterson Police Department and
Passaic County Sheriff's department, because I called
everyone and said, ``Get to Ninth Ave, and get the
Congressman and Elsie here.'' It was miraculous, I think we
started two minutes late.
Congressman Pascrell, my dear friend, thank you. I bet you
speedily arrive home to heaven, where there will be no need
more for you to be fiery and fierce, and where I'm sure
Paterson will be spelled correctly. And don't worry Bill,
we're going to get that sign up on Route 19.
Bill, through the mercy of God and the help of our prayers,
just get home to heaven.