Looking for places to run for help, when the streets are mean

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'For where does one run when he's already in the promised land?"
That was the central question explored by Claude Brown in his stunning 1965 memoir, Manchild in the Promised Land.

The promised land, in Brown's case, was Harlem, to which his parents, like mine, migrated from points south, fully expecting better lives than they would have had below the Mason-Dixon Line.

But for many, Harlem meant more misery, with streets so mean they turned children into monsters who preyed on the helpless, and addicted themselves to crime and drugs.

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