My background did not start with the East Side; it started with Greenwich Village, which is West Side.
The judge said I was a menace to society because I had put crime on a scientific basis.
I moved up over Lower East Side and I was adopted by eight foster parents; I lived all over New York City with these parents, man, till I was about ten years old.
My father went into the armed service and I never saw my mother – I don’t know what happened to her.
Now the Tombs, like the name says, are so horrible that they had to close it down. Today it doesn’t exist and people go in the electric chair and all that.
My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he’d be out of the World War too. But no way – they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.
I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them – they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.