Abe Javits had a horrible feeling when the guard came to inform him that he was being moved to the New York City Criminal Court building for security reasons.
“I’m in solitary,” Abe protested. “What do they think, one of the guards is gonna kill me?”
“I don’t make the rules, buddy,” the guard grunted. “They want you to leave your stuff here, so obviously you’ll be coming back after the arraignment.”
Javits’ grandparents and many of his relatives had come over to America from Europe before the h*******t. Their stories were very much part of his childhood and the family traditions. So many of them were about men coming for people in the middle of the night. It was a common fear, one that pervaded the fairy tales and superstitions of civilizations since the beginning of time. The fear of e
