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On a seventy-five-degree humid February morning in New Orleans, I peer out of a car window at rows of decaying brick buildings. Windows on some of the two-and threestory houses are boarded up. Occasional graffiti adorns the walls. Numerous AfricanAmerican men and women are milling about, some in discussion, while others sit or stand alone, possibly dreaming of better days. This is the C.J.Peete Housing Development. Most of these residents will be relocated, as the development soon will be demolished.