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My last address in Detroit

My last address in Detroit

It will sound nostalgic to speak of the eastside Detroit neighborhood where I grew up as a successful experiment in racial harmony, with neighbors that cared about each other. But that’s how I remember it. Of course, I was only 11 when I left, and this is how it looks 40 years later. Clearly, we have work to do.

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