Nicholas Philippides, 54, a bespectacled little Greek immigrant who runs a restaurant in Brooklyn, wearily boarded an IND subway train at the Stilwell Avenue stop near Coney Island amusement park. It was 2 a.m., and Nick was there because he had been helping a friend run a hot-dog stand at the park.
The train pulled out, and over the rumble of wheels Philippides heard scuffling and shouting as a score of Negro boys ran from car to car, smashing lights, roughing up passengers. Nick sat tight. One young marauder gashed a leg while kicking out a window, and his pals...
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