I loved Tracy Chapman's music when she first broke out as a popular artist, and lately I've been listening to her early work again. Her songs are a jarring reminder of a time when it appeared America was on the verge of confronting the fiction of a "post-racial society" and reaching for a more meaningful awareness of the enduring legacy of racism.
Now, the sense of possibility I might have felt back then seems depressingly naive.
Across the lines
Who would dare to go
Under the bridge
Over the tracks
That separates whites from blacks