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CABLE STREET. Cable Street, in my youth, was an extremely dangerous street which reached down into the docks. I had used this street as a base for one of my books called...'Nowhere Street'. Before the war, this street was the meeting place for the Blackshirts, led by Sir Oswald Mosely and the 'Blackshirts'. This brought out the Jweish Gangs, led by 'Jack Spot', a nortorious Gang-Leader, who brought the real crime-gangs to London. This street can be looked up on the internet. CABLE STREET. Aldgate was the tough London’s quarter Where night-ladies plied their evenings ware A place where a mother would lose her If the girl's feet would take her there And there, among streets of dark renown Old streets where once Jack the Ripper played Turnings where Bobbies neither went up nor down Where pimps stood with razors displayed One street was known to the East-End mobs Where Black-Shirted men would once parade With fighting and screams from the Jewish yobs In this way was Cable Street, infamous, made From Commercial Road down through to the Dock Ran this Street as a cobbled battleground Where dingy cafes opened all hours of the clock And Blue-beat music gave all Jamaica its sound This angry Street, where people came out to play Once an East-London sun had lost its flare Became lifeless and empty at any break of day Only the homeless and lost had faces in empty stare This was my happy playground when I was a Who scrapped for pennies and pulled the barrow cart There, in Cable street, I grew up as rough and wild And there, I lived my life, alone, a world apart. 
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