Every time I’d go to a real estate office, they’d send me back across the bridge….That was my first feeling that there was something wrong in this community. This beautiful valley that I’d seen, something was wrong. Then I noticed that all of the Black people lived on the other side of the freeway.
And so- and these men were here, they did all the menial labor that had to be done. And a lot of us ended up marrying these guys and had children from them. I was one of them. I met my husband eating at my mother’s restaurant, and that was his downfall.
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