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“Seven thousand of them were indicted and arraigned, and then they entered the maw of the criminal justice system—right here—through the gateway into Gibraltar, where the vans were lined up. That was about 150 new cases, 150 more pumping hearts and morose glares, every week that the courts and the Bronx County District Attorney's Office were open. And to what end? The same stupid, dismal, pathetic, horrifying crimes were committed day in and day out, all the same. What was accomplished by assistant D.A.'s, by any of them, through all this relentless stirring of the muck? The Bronx crumbled and decayed a little more, and a little more blood dried in the cracks. The Doubts! One thing was accomplished for sure. The system was fed, and those vans brought in the chow.”

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Tom Wolfe
Tom Wolfe

Tom Wolfe, an American author born on March 2, 1931, is renowned for his unique writing style and insightful observations of American society and culture. His works often focus on the changes in American society and culture, with a distinctive narrative approach and rich details that depict the diversity and complexity of American society. His notable works include 'The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test' and 'The Right Stuff'. more

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