Marty LipinI grew up in Harlem. It was a rough neighborhood, a global melting pot of Jewish, Black, Irish and Italians fighting to survive. I fought more than others. All the anti-Semitism. This was the late 1930's, at the start of Nazi Germany and Kristallnach, the murdering of Jews that would continue through Hitler's cowardly suicide in '45, Imagine - surrounded by a hostile environment who were taught the Jews killed Jesus Christ. I had to fight all the time. Name-calling. Threats. It was constant. Sometimes I felt so alone. I ran with an Irish gang, the only Jew. Though it was a Catholic community. I was warmly accepted by the boys (gang) but not so with the neighboring gangs. By myself, I didn't fight the boys in my gang, but it seemed I fought everyone else on the block. Read More Read Less