Having read Langston Hughes I'm tempted to think he was talking about other minorities. Not just American Negroes in his time. Looking at A Dream Repressed I am lead to reflect on the Indian community that lives around my school. The word Ghetto would be most aptly describe the surrounding area. There are very clearly delineated areas for Malay and Indian people. There are the gangs that "protect" their kind and "turf" It really smacks of all the stories of Inner City ghettos in the U.S. only it's here in Malaysia. They are truly like an over ripe raisin festering and rotting in the sun giving off a sickly sweet smell. The smell of decay that cloys the senses and makes you sick. There are small explosions, they are much like Hughes explosions, fights break out, noses are bent, pride is hurt...then the authorities clamp down. Where is the dream? Where is the good life?! they ask...
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