An open-air plaza in the western district of Pittsburgh.
This was one of the most racially diverse areas in the city.
To the left of the street was a traditional white, blue-collar neighborhood, its rows of old brick houses home to descendants of Irish and Polish immigrants who had worked in the steel mills for generations.
To the right of the street was the rental district for African-Americans and Latinos, its cheap apartment buildings packed with low-wage laborers struggling to make a living in the service industry.
Normally, the boundary on this street wasn't obvious. Everyone shopped at the same supermarket and filled up at the same gas station.
But today, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
The flyers that Carter Wright had distributed were spreading through the community.
