Provider, Protector and Felon: Freddie, 17
When night draws across the broken-faced tenements of the Hunts Point section of the Bronx, Freddie Cherokee Brown's teen-age eyes narrow and his boyish face hardens. On the dark and dangerous streets where Freddie regularly moves like a shadow, harm's hand beckons from nearly every turn. Crack fumes curl out of a grimy doorway. Prostitutes troll lonely street corners for easy customers and hard cash.