A couple who are good friends of mine (who happen to be white) spent the weekend shopping for apartments in Brooklyn and Harlem. While looking at a 1-bedroom in Crown Heights:
"This is the last apartment in the building to turn over. All the 'bad' people are gone, and now the building is full of 'good' people like you."
Their brief moment in the sun foretells our own present darkness
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It begins as a shuffle but soon becomes an unstoppable march. What ska had
imbibed from American jazz and R&B was a musical ESP about where to put the
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