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The Panic Of The Depression Loosened My Inhibitions Against Being Different. I Could Be Myself.

If 6,000,000 Cattle Had Been Slaughtered, There Would Have Been More Interest. A Way Would Have Been Found.

In Our House We Repeated The Pattern Of Thousands Of Other Homes. There Were A Few Books And A Lot Of Music. Our Food And Our Furniture Were No Different From Our Neighbors'.

I Had Taken On The Color Of The Climate Around Me And Had Driven Back All The Emotion That Rose From The Brooklyn Streets So That I Could Belong To The Exclusive Club Of Congress.

The Power To Investigate Is A Great Public Trust.