ABSTRACT
Having known Irving Louis Horowitz for more than twenty-five years, it would be both impossible and unfair to write this essay without incorporating my personal knowledge of him. Impossible because Horowitz’s writings on Jews are related to his own experiences as a Jew, unfair because to ignore them would deprive the reader of basic information. Since Horowitz has written a moving and candid autobiography of his early years in Harlem, doing so is all the easier. But first an explanation of my own connection to Irving Horowitz.
