Odds' Blog

The children's caretakers were all black, all women, and all overweight. I'd gone to 117th Street in Harlem and stood there, a blond, skinny white kid, and led them down the hot tiles to 110th Street, to Central Park. It was a sweltering day. The caretakers were not enjoying themselves overly much, I could tell, because it was a long walk, and the children, all multiple-handicapped, rode in wheelchairs. The caretakers had to push them.