Going Back South

On important holidays and especially at Christmas, the buses and trains leaving the North and heading South are heavy-laden with what seems like an infinite assortment of black people. They are young and old, good, bad, indifferent. There are children among them; some are very black, others very light, and still others of all the shades
and hues in-between. There are women, young, old, pretty, ugly, fat, lean, short, tall, and of all sizes and shapes. There are those who are completely ...