In the showbiz parts of Los Angeles, the white walls have beautiful dark pink flowers. The Mexicans live elsewhere. So do the African-Americans. The only time you see those people, they’re cleaning someone’s house. In the New York office of my record company, the color of the employees’ skin is darkest in the basement, which is the mail room. Their skins get lighter as the floors go up. As do the stations the employees have their radios tuned to. Two floors from the top, “no females” becomes the scenario also. Unless they’re in secretarial roles.
