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When I was growing up, my father liked to teach us things. One<br />
time he took my younger sisters, Beth and Susan, and me with<br />
him when he was delivering something to a home-mission church<br />
in Paterson. It wasn’t far—less than four miles—but a world away.<br />
After completing the errand, he drove us to the Great Falls on the<br />
Passaic River. We got out <strong>of</strong> the car to peer over a rusted, wobbly<br />
railing. <strong>The</strong> churning water <strong>of</strong> the falls was so full <strong>of</strong> garbage and<br />
brown foam that it looked like sewage. I had never seen a natural<br />
site so defaced. <strong>The</strong> riverbank was lined with crumbling, graffiti-<br />
covered buildings, their broken windows like blank, blind eyes.<br />
“Girls, those are abandoned silk mills,” my father said. He went<br />
on to tell us about the silk industry and how it had once been<br />
Paterson’s economic engine. He described how “the Negro people”<br />
came up from the South to get the mill jobs, but the working conditions<br />
were terrible. <strong>The</strong>re were strikes and picket lines and riots,<br />
but the city always sided with the mill owners.<br />
“What shut down Paterson’s silk mills wasn’t justice,” my father<br />
said. “It was polyester.”<br />
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