Oh man, such a wonderful story..
Such a heartbreaking and frustrating story too..

My first Kwanzaa gathering happened in that area of Sugar Hill..
Black Bougie as hell..
Black Afrocentric as hell..
Literati as hell too..
Classic brownstones as hell..
Historical as hell..
Some were black snobs as hell, too.

Then the Wall street Yuppies started moving in..
Buying stuff all over Sugar Hill, Harlem..
Too many dammmmnn Black bougies went for the money instead of retaining the area with its rich AfricanAMerican cultural history..
And the gaddamn corrupt politicians like Charles Rangel, David Dinkins etc, encouraged the gentrification..
Fucck them all!!

Oh man, and Les Payne(Alabama native)..
What can I say about Les Payne, one of the founders of the NABJ? A true roots-grounded AA journalist who made sure the Caribbean community was always covered and highlighted. I can still see Les walking down Eastern Parkway during the West Indian Day Parade/carnival.
RIP LES PAYNE. I love you so. Amen

Anyway, I was not expecting this story on Sugar Hill, and it touches me in many ways.