Minnie Bruce Pratt “Identity: Skin Blood Heart”
This essay was originally published in Yours in Struggle: Three Feminist Perspectives on Anti-Semitism and Racism (Long Haul Press, 1984), co- authored by Elly Bulkin, Minnie Bruce Pratt and Barbara Smith. Minnie Bruce Pratt “Identity: Skin Blood Heart” I live in a part of Washington, D.C., that white suburbanites called “the jungle” during the uprising of the sixties—perhaps still do, for all I know. When I walk the two-and-a-half blocks to H Street, N.E., to stop in at the bank, to leave my boots off at the shoe-repair- and-lock shop, I am most usually the only white person in sight. I’ve seen two other whites, women, in the year I’ve lived here. (This does not count white folks in cars, passing through. In official language, H Street, N.E., is known as the “H Street Corridor,” as in something to be passed through quickly, going from your place on the way to elsewhere.) From Rebellion: Essays 1984-1992 (Firebrand Books). Minnie Bruce Pratt ©1984 When I walk three blocks in a slightly different direction, down Maryland Avenue, to go to my lover’s house, I pass yards of Black folks: the yard of the lady who keeps children, with its blue-and- red windmill, its roses of Sharon; the yard of the man who delivers vegetables, with its stacked slatted crates; the yard of the people next to the Righteous Branch Commandment Church of God (Seventh Day), with its tomatoes in the summer, its collards in the fall. In the summer, folks sit out on their porches or steps or sidewalks.
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