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Then we see his gradual entry into bigger and bigger crimes. I used to take him home with me and feed him. I would have killed that bastard too. Bu This is a tough book to read. This time by a cop with a gun in his hand. A truly honest, compelling and memorable book. Thank you for signing up, fellow book lover! Set in the s, an era of soda shoppes and black and white TV, but facing significant urban issues that still plague socities today – breaking the mold of our contrived notions of the 50s – great, great read.

The Center would assign someone to see that I got a bath and was put to bed. We could hear Mama and Aunt Bea talking in the living room. She said I would stay in New York, devil or no devil. Read it through the last sentence – trust me, it’s worth it and it ends perfectly. Sands, I got bruises and welts from Dad.

Claude Brown: Telling The Harlem Story : NPR

He liked it lannd than his first home. The loud screams in the street and the crashing sound of falling plate-glass windows kept me awake for hours. After hearing my plight, he would go out and round up some of the gang, and they would steal some clothes and shoes for me. Turk said he liked him too, but what else could he do after Bucky had let a white boy beat him in the nutbox? alnd


Claude Brown: Telling The Harlem Story

After Mama had promised the judge that I would not be in New York when September rolled around, we went home. But Mama always made the trip. His answer was typical: It furthers the University’s objective of excellence in research, scholarship, and education by publishing worldwide. You see, Pimp, white people is all mean and stingy. As I was sitting there on the running board of that car, I heard a voice that had always been pleasing to my ear as long as I could cllaude.

I ate half of the sandwich and hated shrimp for years afterward. The next day, Mama was at my bedside telling me that she had prayed and the Lord had told her that I was going to live. Sometimes Bucky would go home and there would be nobody there.

In fact, the only chair in the house was the one in the front room manchildd the window. The southern sharecroppers were promised that there was no color problem in the north and that it was a promised land.

It impacted me in ways that are hard to describe. My dad recommending that I read this autobiography. Dixie started cutting up eggs to make sandwiches, but I told her to just give me an egg and some salt.


I guess I’d want them to be at my funeral too. It looked as though these guys had stolen a whole grocery store. When she did show up, she would tell them how she got robbed or how her pocket was picked or how she lost the money. In a little while, Mrs. Dunny said he would like to meet him. My only regret was that I had missed the excitement. Before he was even ten he was on the streets, stealing, fighting, sometimes out all night. But two weeks later, I was enrolled in another school in Harlem.

This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. I started going to night school… Most of the cats who were out there on the corners dealing stuff now were the newcomers. Most of the guys I knew had been to Warwick and were too old to go back. The junkies were there. Mar 07, Shay rated it it was amazing.

As I stood on the other side of the room looking at her, I was wondering if all the people down South were crazy like that. Another policeman had come in and was struggling to keep the crowd outside. I’m from Harlem, so I can really relate to a whole lot he wrote about, even tho he wrote about a Harlem 30 years before my time. After I had been in the hospital for about a week, I was visited by another character.