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What impression does it make on the children of pain when they see their sisters and brothers shot and killed in the street? When I was teaching a class in Harlem, I discovered there wasn’t a single pupil who hadn’t witnessed a shootout in the streets—the stray bullets of which strike even the most innocent child. The students refused to believe I came from a country with no guns. “How do people defend themselves?” they asked. And what impression does it make on a young mother to have to say goodbye to her four-year-old son in a world where it’s hard to tell the difference between a cradle and a coffin?
Harlem, NY – 1972
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