Camille Mosley-Pasley
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After the Federal Fair Housing
Act, my family moved to a SE neighborhood that prohibited farm animals
and persons of African, Asian and Semitic descent. The color of the neighborhood
changed rapidly. As if to thumb his nose at the former restrictive covenants,
one neighbor purchased a llama. The passerby would stare in disbelief
before jumping to dodge the wad of black mucus it snorted. I wish I had
a photograph of that llama. Several elderly neighbors were particularly
kind to the newcomers. After they died, I wished I had photographs of
them. Anacostia and surrounding neighborhoods are experiencing tremendous
change. Shopping areas, older houses and large apartment complexes have
disappeared. Plywood and vinyl homes have replaced tiny stucco houses
and sprawling brick complexes. Every time I see major renovations and
new construction, I wish I photographed the old structures and people.
Despite negative inferences about people
on the other side of the bridge,' I find the people and landscape
quite charming. Strangers still greet one another on the street and strike
up conversations while waiting in line or for the bus. Crossing the Sousa
Bridge into the green hills of Anacostia as the sun sets is a glorious
sight. As I crossed it a few months ago, I wished I had a photograph of
it. The time has come for me to stop wishing and document my neighbors
and surroundings because change will continue. The history of the region
is fascinating and enlightening. So is the future.
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