by Rosemary Reeves
You know you're a cute little heartbreaker Foxy
I wanna take you home I won't do you no harm,
It was unusual to see a black person in the neighborhood. All conversation stopped. The relaxed atmosphere in the trolley gave way to uneasiness. Everyone in Philly, both black and white, had been walking around in a state of suppressed paranoia for quite some time due to the rumors of impending race war. Race was extremely significant. So, for this black kid to suddenly appear in the Lily White Northeast playing Hendrix in a Perry Como neighborhood was quite a bold statement in and of itself. Knowing how the “N” word was so freely used in these parts, I was on edge over whether somebody was going to say it in front of him or to him.