On a recent Saturday night at the Masonic Hall in the Central West End, the brass chandeliers cast a cheerful light over the white, two-story room. Nearly 800 chairs, some festooned with balloons, are distributed around 60-odd tables. The crowd is beginning to assemble: women toting foil-covered casseroles, men clutching bottles of sparkling wine. Soon, Master Blaster will flip on the disco lights, transforming the humble room into a... More >>>
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By Jennifer Silverberg
Rose Jones and her husband, Poochie, have fond memories of Pruitt-Igoe but faced appalling racism outside its walls.