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Hunkered down in their apartments decorated like shrines, cinder-block walls adorned with pictures of children, Martin Luther King Jr. and Jesus, the mothers of Cabrini-Green feel fear every time their children go out. The other night, Diana's son Charles ran home crying in terror after missing his ride from class. When he arrived, Diana had already phoned the police. "I was crying my heart out. A child has to be home at a certain time," Diana recalled. Even before nightfall, when radio rhythms are punctuated by gunshots, children cannot play outside. A neighbor child, Angela Grant...
...obvious break in the conversation. "O.K.," says Diana, smiling a little, as if she had been through this a million times before, "I'll meet you at school." An alarmed policeman who spotted a rare white visitor walking in the project insisted that he drive her a block to her destination. "I'd rather do this now than take you out in a wagon later," the officer explained...
...Cycle, a community center and haven for Cabrini mothers and children, a crayon drawing hangs in the hallway. It depicts a bright yellow sun shining down on two big brightly colored figures. The messages I LOVE GOD and WE ARE SPECIAL are written in a child's neat block letters. At the bottom of the picture, a little girl named Laketa wrote her name. On a hot July night last year, Laketa awaited her turn in a double-Dutch jump-rope game on the walkway of her building. Suddenly, the taunting chants of warring gangs filled the air, and gunfire...
Writing is the one constant in Simon's life. Says Trilogy Director Gene Saks, one of Simon's valued friends: "He never stops writing because of any personal problem; it is his great release, and he never has writer's block." Daughter Ellen says her "earliest recollection was of sneaking past the door when he was writing. I always felt that I didn't have his full attention. He seemed to be distant, in his own world." For Simon, the early stages of writing a play are a kind of Freudian trek through the subconscious: "There's no blueprint...
...Olympics. But lately a grim pall has blanketed the western Canadian city of 2.2 million, for reasons far worse than the freak winter storms. The harrowing details of a grotesque serial killer case are bringing to the surface the city's seamy underworld, usually confined to the squalid 10-block open drug and sex market known as the Downtown Eastside...