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An America drowning in red ink is the land of the free no more
Topic - Nancy Mcdowell
In 1940, the office-tower core of downtown Washington, D.C., was the black section of town; much of Southeast was entirely white; the suburbs did not exist and almost no one went to college.
Maggie Evans, of the richest family on the block, can never go home. A clowder of feral cats roams the front yard. In the past two years, there have been five homicides within 1,500 feet of the house she once gave that name: Home, for her, no longer exists.
"It was a small town. It was just beginning to grow at that time," she said.
Then again, she added, "some of these coming out of school now can't read, write or talk."