ABSTRACT
It is a long walk from the bright, tree-lined business district of Greenville, South Carolina, to the narrow lanes by the railroad track on the south side, and it feels like a trip to another world and time. While the downtown has blossomed and modernized, this neighborhood has remained unchanged, except for the inevitable wear and tear on the small wooden houses. Just as at the turn of the century, everyone living here is black, and a white stranger is regarded suspiciously by the inhabitants, who assume he can only be bringing trouble.
