"After school I would go to have lunch with Nana. She was running the elevator at the Cambridge Savings Bank. As an adult I would have nightmares about that lightbulb, and I realized it was the bulb in the basement of the bank. I asked my great-aunt, and she explained that blacks weren't allowed in the 1940s to eat in the cafeteria of the bank. And so that I would not experience that racism, Nana would bring fresh flowers from the yard and a fancy tablecloth and set up a 'tea party' in the cellar. So I never saw the ugliness of that space."