Quotes from Rudolph Fisher

In Harlem, black was white. You had rights that could not be denied you; you had privileges, protected by law. And you had money. Everybody in Harlem had money. It was a land of plenty.

The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began to give way to hope.

and I'm sure I saw something like a television receptor on one end of the bench--remember that affair like a big lens set in a square box?