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10 CAIRO TO DAMASCUS of it! The queue was opposite our home, in front of a bakery. Old men and women—the young men were either at the front, in hospitals, or dead—waited for hours under a driving snow for a tin of hot stew and a stale crust of bread. Fifteen years later I saw the same sight in the United States. What was happening to America? I asked—in this proverbial land of plenty. I gathered extensive notes and photographs to write a book, but never did so. Instead—fresh out of college— I tramped the streets, and visited and revisited the employment agencies, as did twelve million others, looking for a job. I returned briefly to Mineola, but I knew I had outgrown it. I went to New York City, where I worked and lived, for a time supporting myself on five dollars a week as a newspaper reporter, sleeping in a cold-water skylighted room and eating fifteen-cent meals at Bernarr Macfadden's Pennyteria. What I had seen and felt made me what some might call a radical. An American radical, yes, and somewhat of a reformer; but a revolutionist, a Communist, or a fanatic agitator against the American way of life, never. I am happy now that my faith in democracy was so deeply rooted that I took no stock of any promises other than those of my adopted country. Later, it pained me to read of those native-born Americans who, having devoted themselves passionately to Communist pursuits, recanted publicly—amid loud, commercialized fanfare. New York helped complete my education in the world of realities. Here were the headquarters of the German-American Bund and the equally notorious Christian Front. New York was a symbol of an America that was being corrupted daily by the same cancers that had made a living graveyard of most of Europe. It was in New York that I saw murder, flop-houses, Fascism, Communism. In New York I undertook my undercover investigations for Fortune magazine—investigations that led ultimately to the writing of my first book. New York proved a grim tutor. And I saw that those evils of Europe which my parents came here to avoid were now following us to our new home,