THE HOUSE I LIVE IN …. (or, why can’t we all get along?)

Newark was a relatively nice place when we first moved there around 1958. It was clean and it smelled nice. You had a Portuguese section (still there), Pollacks, Dago’s, Irish, Krauts, Russians, and Jews all in close proximity, and getting along just swell. Sure, some of the kids didn’t like me, the nazi Kraut, but that was usually after their parents told them I was evil. Five year old kids, left to themselves, are generally not political and/or racist. We were happy just to get a team together for stick-ball (in the streets), or even for a good game of hide&seek … nationality or color really didn’t cross our young minds. Anyway, the choices of various ethnic foods from all the tiny mom&pop deli’s was simply astounding, and delicious. Not many kids have an amusement park a stone’s throw from their house! It was a nice way to grow up, considering Newark is a big city.

By 1968, all those shops were gone, the blacks rioted and burned down nearby Springfield Avenue, and other areas … and they ruined everything. The lovely ethnic diversity never recovered, as Newark today is a one or two color shithole. Oh, noes … you’re a raayccisss prick! Bite me! That’s exactly what happened. I was there, saw it with my own eyes. To answer my own question, I think I could get along with any group of people, except blacks. They really need their own state. In another thread I proposed we give them New Jersey …. and throw in Connecticut, if necessary.

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