Alberto rushed at me in the school hallway, pushing me and then punching me square in the face. I cried and ran down Essex Street to Uncle Carlito?s and told him what had happened. He was furious, so he put a razor blade in his leather jacket, grabbed my hand, and said, ?I?m gonna go kill me a bully! C?mon!? Carlito pulled me briskly down the street back to the school. It was hard for me to keep up with Carlito?s stride, but I was determined to see the look on Alberto?s face. Uncle Carlito pushed open the classroom door. The teacher took a step back, and her voice cracked when she asked him to leave, but Carlito was determined to find the bully. I pointed him out. These were everyday occurrences. The screams, shootings, noise, and bizarre behavior were part of everyday life in the projects. It infected us all, but our strength as a family kept us together. Even though we were poor, living on welfare in a roach-infested apartment, my mother believed in the future?someday we would live...

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