ABSTRACT
A woman faces the camera, her voice nasal and New York. Roz Malamud speaks with the kind of accent that sounds “Jewish”. “I wish I could […] go on television. I wanna scream to the whole world. […] I don’t love my neighbors, I don’t know my black neighbors”. A few minutes later television time, Carmel Cato, from the same Crown Heights, Brooklyn, neighborhood as Malamud, but a world away, his voice roundly “black” in its tones, talks through tears about how a car slammed into his daughter, Angela, and his seven-year-old son, Gavin, killing him. “Angela she was on the ground but she was trying to move. Gavin was still. They was trying to pound him. I was trying to explain it was my kid!”
