This is a well-written, interesting, and easy-to-read book chronicling three men in 1960s New York, as the city is beset by violence, racism, and police corruption. The story of George Whitmore, wrongly convicted for three (!!) separate incidents, following a spoon-fed confession beaten out of him, is by far the most compelling, and the book also chronicles Bill Phillips, a dirty NYPD detective, and Dhoruba bin Wahad, a Black Panther revolutionary.
The book does a good job painting a picture of 1960s New York--when three Brooklyn neighborhoods went from 80% white to 80% black and Puerto Rican within 5 years, when police-community relations became increasingly hostile and politicized, and when the Black Panthers emerged as a revolutionary force. Whitmore's case is shocking, as is the extent of the FBI's investigation (including many informants) of the Black Panthers, especially in the days before they were especially violent.
However, I liked the first half of the book--focused on Whitmore's story, and the emerging dynamics--than I did the second, which deals more with the rise of the Black Panthers and the ongoing struggle within the city. In particular, I thought the author did a good job describing how the black community became radicalized, and the NYPD's inability to connect the department's actions (antagonizing black people, in particular) to the community's response, becoming radicalized. And the book's dismantling of the 1960s-era NYPD, and its systemic corruption, is extremely well executed.
The author's conclusion--basically an afterthought on the last page of the main text--that New York is waiting to explode into another round of racial violence was rather disconnected from current reality, unsubstantiated, and maybe a bit inflammatory. But this isn't the first book that I've generally enjoyed albeit strongly disagreed with its conclusions. I think the scope of the second half of the book--essentially, a history of the Civil Rights movement as it affected New York City--might just have been to broad to be able to be executed well. Also, I wanted to understand Phillips, and to a lesser extent Dhoruba, better, more like I did Whitmore, especially given Phillips's family history in the NYPD, and how he must have felt about becoming an informant.
One final interesting bit, ancillary to the main point of the book, is that one of the pieces of good journalism (contra the major newspapers' generally taking cops/DAs at their word), were reports by Jimmy Breslin and Dick Schaap chronicling the dynamic in New York City, and particularly, the connection between what happened there and the Civil Rights movement in the South. Most interesting to me, though, is that this was how Dick Schaap--who I knew from years on ESPN--got his start. He was always highly regarded, so it's no surprise he did this work so young, but it was an interesting and unexpected connection to make.