past the sleekly modern nccu campus

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black musicmaybe had a black friend. Now he’d been
granted the implied wishwith no magical bonus of cool or toughness or style.
And what of his own childrenif he ever had any? How would he feel if he
fathered a black child with a white woman? What would the neighbors say?
“How are you holding up?” Denise asked.
“Not sleeping as much as I’d like to. I have all this frantic energyand I don’t
know what to do with it. I feel like climbing a ladder and shouting at people
on the streetonly I don’t know what I’d say. ‘Heylook at meI’m black and
my mother’s dead’?”
He turned left on Fayetteville Street and they drove past the remains of the
Victorian houses where John Merrick and Aaron Moore and C.C. Spaulding
and the rest of the elite of Hayti had livednow broken up into apartments or
knocked down altogether; past the Lincoln Community Health Centera squat
utilitarian clinic in front of a parking lot where Lincoln Hospital once stood
the hospital where Michael had been born; past the sleekly modern nccu
campus; past a block of beautiful turn-of-the-20th-century red brick bun-
galows; past Fayetteville Street Elementary to Beechwood Cemeterywhere
Merrick and Spaulding and Shepard and so many of the others had ended up.
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