I came of age in the corrupt and violent DC of Marion Barry. Plagued by open-air drug markets, it was the murder capital of the country. It was a place where a mayor could be caught smoking crack on tape – and still get reelected.
In 2011, the city has changed to the point where the past is unrecognizable. I wrote about these changes in my novel, Murder in Ocean Hall.
But even I never imagined that people would one day proudly wave the DC flag in the middle of Dupont Circle.
Hi Joe, with a second comment – about the past even becoming unrecognizable. Sometimes it’s a good part of the past that seems almost unimaginable. I especially like it when a negative part of the past that’s become unrecognizable.
I also really like the image of the flag – waving, moving.