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The night became a part of our folklore: none of us who served those
people will ever forget it. It will be passed down. Our ancestors
had traveled this road before, and yes, we had access to education and
certain material goodies, pickins' really, that were denied them--but
that night we saw how eager the other half was to flaunt their stuff
in our face and get away with it, to send us back to the old days.
The host knew what she was doing; how it would all look, the effect it
would really have. The game was about having us there--surly, angry,
and humiliated--because it added to their power.
A couple of days later I spoke with my friend who had gotten me the job. As we were saying our good-byes, out of my mouth came, "So long, Safari Brother," and from that day on until he left for San Francisco, that's how we would greet each other.
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Photography......Jennifer Greenburg
Model......Chocolate
