THE neat lines of American flags being flown in salute to the dead lent a cruelly false holiday air to the streets of Attica, N.Y. All was grimly silent. On Main Street, there was a long line of cars parked in front of the Marley Funeral Home. On the front porch, small knots of people somberly watched the steady stream of mourners pass in and out the front door or stared vacantly at the state police cars cruising the otherwise deserted streets. Seven of Attica's men were dead. All three public schools were closed,...
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