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yes i knew Yonkers very well. i lived further north, in the
jewish section. this is a bit of woolgathering.
i was walking home one day from school (i was about 17) and there
were about 5 young black men on a stoop near getty square. one got
me into conversation - an innocent, i really didn't know how to get
out of it, but i didn't really want to get buddy buddy with a guy
just out of prison (on armed robbery charges). he invited me up. i
didn't know how to say "no" but i was in a panic till another of
the guys just said "leave him alone". (to me) "now get going" - i
must have looked at him with love in my eyes because that was how i
felt - and i immediately left for home. i don't know who he did it
for - me - his friend - who knows? who cares? i wasn't raped.