You can almost feel the beat of the music booming acrosethe sand from all the portable radios and tape players.
The area is full of people blasting music from their portable music players.
These Aunt Jemima cookie jars and Amos and Andy faces, dented and scarred with use, stare back at us as unnervingly as Diane Arbus freaks, but with the added accusation, at least to white viewers, that you made us this way.