by Michael Parenti
Writer, Dandelion Salad
Michael Parenti Blog
www.michaelparenti.org
January 5, 2014
When I was about thirteen-years-old I chanced upon an article in Henry Luce’s Life magazine that described East Harlem (a Manhattan working class neighborhood) as “a slum inhabited by beggar‑poor Italians, Negroes, and Puerto Ricans,” words that stung me and wedged in my memory.
“We live in a slum,” I mournfully reported to my father.