Many black youths in Brooklyn told reporters that they "just don't like white people."

The youths told her to put down the pizza and hand over her money.

"Labor troubles are quite common this far north," the youth told her.

Weeping, the blind youth felt his way to the giant's house, and told him all the story.

"Don't come to school on Monday, you're too pretty to die," the youth told a girl.

It was best to forget about him, the youth told himself, and to move on.

She said the youth told his best friend of the incident.

He said that the youths had "told reporters what they wanted to hear."

One youth told of emerging from a drunken stupor to find himself in bed with the boy next door.

The youth to the far right has his right hand up as if telling the other two youths to stop or slow down.