One evening we went to Mendenhall, a mid-size town that had divisions I didn't realize still existed. On one side of the tracks, the streets are paved and lit. The houses are well kept and the yards beautiful. On the other side, the residents are obvious victims of discrimination. The houses are run down and poorly built.
Children run freely down the bumpy streets.
The contrast between the neighbourhoods clearly showed that historical divisions are still very much alive today. One scene stands out in my mind. As we were cleaning up at the end of one day, we put an old cracked bathtub on the curb for garbage pick-up. The next morning we found that the tub had broken in half. A poorly dressed old man, pushing a dirty, rusted shopping cart, came hobbling down the street.