William Blankenship, a research chemist working in New York City, often thought of moving to the country for his sons' sake, but instead he took a calculated risk: he stayed in The Bronx and tried to do something practical about juvenile delinquency. He became a member of the Bronxwood Community Council, which campaigned for street lights on dark corners, provided recreational equipment for teenagers. Blankenship lost: on a Bronx street his own son was shot to death in cold blood by another youth, a total stranger. "We're whipped," said Bill Blankenship last...
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