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.