This pizza parlor on Malcolm X in Harlem offers an expanded menu of diner food, with the assurance that there is no pork on the premises. On Adam Clayton Powell Boulevard, an earlier establishment has a similar name: Mookie’s No Pork on My Fork.
“I’m a good novelist and I’ll get better. I’ve found my calling and if I have my way I’ll be turning out books for the next half-century, books that will blow people away. But right now all I want is to be read.”
“You don’t have to try at all to be a racist. It’s a little coiled clot of venom lurking there in all of us, white and black, goy and Jew, ready to strike out when we feel embattled, belittled, brutalized.”
“Jewish children in years to come may live much like my parents, with a subtle but consuming sense of dread. America could yet turn out to be not so different from the Old World my grandparents fled.”