![]() Nobody called you nasty names, until you were taught there were nasty names and some people were supposed to be called by them: micks, pollack’s, wops, limeys, spics, honkies… DA: Well, that’s the way it ought to be.Ĭharlie, newspaperman: In our block nobody cared what country your parents came from or where they went to church. In our block we had guys from practically every race and religion you ever heard of, *and* a couple you didn’t, but we got along pretty well. You know, I was born in this city, Howard. DA: Charlie, what got you into this?Ĭharlie, newspaperman: I’m fed to the teeth seeing people pushed around. It’s Merry Christmas for a few smart operators when the find a soft touch like this. DA: But they’re just harmless lunatics, these hate groups.Ĭharlie, newspaperman: Lunatics, yes, especially the warped minds on top, with the dreams of power, gold or political success… but not harmless when the racket boys move in. With the mobsters it was liquor and blood. the mobs are back again.Ĭharlie, newspaperman: When the law closes in on one racket, the big boys always find another. DA: I could see she was worrying.Ĭharlie, newspaperman: She’s afraid if she doesn’t hold on to that suicide story, they’ll get rid of her, too. ![]() Charlie, newspaperman : Fear, Howard, fear! It’s a terrible weapon.
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