ABSTRACT
A generation ago, peaceful civil rights demonstrators faced violent resistance in the ght for a racially integrated society. Years later, Barron and Edith Harvey, who are black, would embody the hopes of that struggle. In 1978, the couple moved into a white, upper-middle-income neighborhood in Fairfax County, Virginia, a suburb of Washington. During their seven years there, no crosses
were burned in their yard and no racial epithets were muttered at them within earshot. There were a few incredulous stares, a few stops by the police, who had mistaken Barron for a criminal, and a run-in with an elementary school principal over the absence of blacks in the curriculum at the Harveys’ daughter’s school.
