The last week of August 1968 was the most surprising of my life. I moved from the McGill Ghetto in Montreal to Hyde Park in Chicago. The tooth mother, as Robert Bly put it, was naked at last. It was not merely the riots in Lincoln Park. One night I thought I’d walk from the University of Chicago through the South Side ghetto to the site of the Democratic Convention. “Ghetto” in the United States differs significantly from “ghetto” in the rest of the world. If a white Hollywood star pulled the same shit as Cosby no one would know.