The Guardian of Harlem
Harlem in 1925 breathed in three-part harmony. The streetcars clanged their brass bells like off-key trumpets. The jukeboxes in basement clubs played saxophone lines that curled through the smoke like serpents. Women in fringed dresses moved across dance floors with a rhythm that had been learned in cotton fields and carried north on train platforms. And underneath it all, underneath the music...
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