In crowded parts of a crowded city like New York, youngsters are thrown daily into seething currents that begin beyond their ken and frequently sweep beyond their depth. Shouldered into canyons created by bleak, impenetrable tenements of brownstone and iron, shifting across noisy pavements before the exhaust-spewing lines of cars and trucks, they battle to save themselves from anonymity and the apathy of their elders. They form clubs or they run in gangs, and some learn to gamble with violence as quickly as they learn to step out of the path of cars. Roaming the parks and roads, scavenging...
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