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Immediate dispatch from Somerset. Nice book in great condition. Pages in excellent condition. No notes or highlighting. See images. Fantastic book.

About the book >.>.> I live in a part of Washington D.C. that white suburbanites called “the jungle” during the uprising of the ’60s-perhaps still do for all I know. When I walk the two-and-a-half blocks to H St. NE to stop in at the bank to leave my boots off at the shoe-repair-and-lock shop I am most usually the only white person in sight. I’ve seen two other whites women in the year I’ve lived here. (This does not count white folks in cars passing through. In official language H St. NE is known as “The H Street Corridor” as in something to be passed through quickly going from your place on the way to elsewhere.) When I walk three blocks in a slightly different direction down Maryland Avenue to go to my lover’s house I pass the yards of Black folks: the yard of the lady who keeps children with its blue-and-red windmill its roses-of-sharon; the yard of the man who delivers vege- tables with its stacked slatted crates; the yard of the people next to the Righteous Branch Commandment Church-of-God (Seventh Day) with its tomatoes in the summer its collards in the fall. In the summer folks sit out on their porches or steps or sidewalks; when I walk by if I lift my head and look toward them and speak “Hey” they may speak say “Hey” or “How you doing?” or perhaps just nod. In the spring I was afraid to smile when I spoke because that might be too familiar. (LL)