Who won the fight?
AnswerWhen I was sent to a juvenile institution back in 1965, I had to literally fight to exits and be accepted. I can say that I am street smart, but I never considered myself to be a gangster, unless threaten.
The excerpt below from memoir demonstrates exactly the type of situation that made a fighter out of me . . . .
Glen Mills was not a prison but neither was it a playground. The Glen Mills School for Boys was laid out on large on a large acreage of land twenty miles outside of Philadelphia. Judge Stout sentenced me to serve an indefi nite amount of time, which meant I could be kept there for one year or more depending on my behavior.
On my first day, I discovered that Maurice, a kid from Chester, Pennsylvania, was the bully, the gang leader supposedly running the place. Every new guy, as part of the gang initiation, had to body-box with Maurice and with anyone of his picking. If you showed heart, no one messed with you. If you couldn’t hold your own, or refused to box, you got picked on. Or raped.
With my thick glasses and stuttering, Maurice figured me to be easy pickings. I was a punk in his opinion, he told me that and said that he was going to whip my butt when a counselor wasn’t around.
Later in the morning, the time came for me to show whether I was a punk or not.
“You ready, man!” he snarled at me. He punched me hard in the chest before I could give an answer. I dropped back, put up my hands to cover my body and he rushed into me wildly throwing body shots. I mixed it up with him at fi rst, but he was stronger. His hard punches shoved me backwards. A shot to my stomach knocked the wind out of me. My glasses fell to the ground. He kept up the attack. I kept on punching.
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Chapter 3: Back Where I Belonged - 1959-196591.
"... to box, you got picked on. Or raped. With my thick glasses and stuttering, Maurice figured me to be easy pickings. I was a punk in his opinion, he told me that and said that he was going to whip my butt when a counselor wasn’t around. Later in the morning, the ..."