Here I am, am I here?

You know it, you know it.

Long before I ever moved to Brooklyn, about 15 years ago, I'd fallen in love with it.

One of my favorite authors, Richard Wright, wrote one of his seminal works, Native Son,

right here, some from a park bench in Fort Green.

And then there were all those gorgeously shot scenes of Bedford's stivocent.

In my absolute favorite movie of all time, Spike Lee's, Do the Right Thing.

From the heart of Bed's die, your listening to We Love Radio.

During the yin and the yang, the hip and the hop, the stupid fresh thing, the flippity

flop.

The color for today is black.

That's right.

Black.

So you can absorb some of these.

I finally moved here to Bed's die in late 2006.

It all seemed so familiar, so vibrant and warm and so beautifully black.

The brown stones, the black parties, the churches, the festivals, the pride.

And I've never lived in a neighborhood with so many black owned businesses, restaurants

and bars, wine shops and boutiques.

I mean you can get body butter and a board dough with your black dollar, never leaving

black hands.

Despite gentrification, there's still something so real about this neighborhood.

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