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People bury the parts of history they don’t like, pave it over like African cemeteries beneath Manhattan skyscrapers.
In all the times I’d moved in New York, I’d only thought about how safe the area was for me, not what my presence meant for people in the neighborhood. Not about what advantages I had that they didn’t. I was poor, too, after all, even though I had figured out how not to be, for a little while at least.
