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From the get-go, Birdland became one of his favorite haunts. He always went to the 52nd Street club alone. He’d pay two dollars to the cashier at the bottom of the stairs after hassling with a midget-spade about his proof of age, and stand at the bar or sit in the gallery and drink Cutty […]

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As if we had not strained the voting and digestive calibre of American Democracy to the utmost for the last fifty years with the millions of ignorant foreigners, we have now infused a powerful percentage of blacks, with about as much intellect and calibre (in the mass) as so many baboons. But we stood the […]

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HOW THE RIOT STARTED Somebody Threw A Cucumber and It Struck an Italian Then there was a Rain of Paving Stones on Myrtle Avenue, and the Row Did Not Cease Until a Wagon Load of Police Interfered Two parties of laborers were at work on Myrtle Avenue near Ryerson street yesterday afternoon. One of the […]

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In winter the ashen stucco houses shaped like Camel cigarette-boxes squat before the Bensonhurst bay-mist. Bensonhurst, low, flat, rheumatic marshland, is a realtor’s reclamation project. Many of the streets which may be compared to the booming oil cities of the Oklahoma country seem to have sprung up over night. The houses are a makeshift stage-setting […]

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Hi. My name if Rutherford B. Trace, and I’m the new editor of this weblog. I beg pardon from the ongoing series Frederick Douglass In Brooklyn, which I will soon continue, to implore, beseech, encourage and even— in some cases— command all ya’ll who can get near Grand Army Plaza Tuesday June 1 to see the Internets […]

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Boys, 9 and 10 Years Old, Are Arrested as Burglars Police Accuse Them of Stealing Jewelry Worth $500 From Brooklyn Dwelling Two of the youngest burglary suspects wih whom Broolyn police ever had to deal were arrested yesterday and charged with entering the home of John Bliss, at 935 St. Mark’s Avenue. The first prisoner […]

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Sometimes Hoover’s floating animosity tended to attach itself to one of his victims. Increasingly alarmed that Eleanor Roosevelt’s concern for the Negro was likely to churn up social disorder, Hoover tiptoed into the subject with FDR. “The president says the old bitch is going through the change of life and we’ll just have to put […]

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Police Files, October 1958 On the morning of Tuesday, September 8th, the lonely strip of county road lying between Sauk City and Prairie du Sac, Wisconsin, was visited by death. Bloody, brutal and wanton death at the hand of a man with insane, murderous greed in his heart. Mimi Lipson, Food and Beverage (2009) Pinky’s […]

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If I could be you and you could be me for just one hour; if we could find a way to get inside each other’s mind; if you could see me through your eyes instead of your ego; I believe you’d be surprised to see that you’d been blind. Walk a mile in my shoes, […]

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(Or, The Education, & Dinner, of Caz Dolowicz) Street Dude: What you doing on our turf, punk? Caz Dolowicz: I got a rainbow for Smokey. Dude: Give it to me. Caz: You Smokey, man? Dude: Gimme it! Caz: If you ain’t Smokey, it’s not your motherfucking rainbow. Dude: Motherfucker I said gimme the rainbow. Caz: […]

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