Growing up in Elizabeth City was like being held hostage in a painter’s landscape. From the lone methodical red tractor to the peaceful watery edges, Elizabeth City could be a Zen retreat if it wasn’t for the ugliness of its politics. Like cancer cells the citizens divide into region, color, gender, religion, class, accent, hobbies and Chevy vs. Ford to create the illusion of uniqueness by exclusion.
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