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304 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1985
In Linden Hills they could forget that the world said you spelled black with a capital nothing. Well, they were something and there was everything around them to show it. The world hadn't given them anything but the chance to fail -- and they hadn't failed, because they were in Linden Hills. They had a thousand years and a day to sit right there and forget what it meant to be black, because it meant working yourself to death just to stand still.The estate was purchased by the first Luther Nedeed in 1820 after he had sold his octoroon wife and six children into slavery. The land has remained under the proprietorship of the Nedeeds for more than 150 years. Luther (read Lucifer), as all the males in the Nedeed family are named, opened a funeral parlor, then developed the land and leased sections to black families. His sons and grandsons, all of whom are physical copies of the original landowner, furthered his plan - to establish a showcase black community.
“It’s true. I was just telling Willie this morning those are a bunch of the saddest niggers you’ll ever wanna meet. They eat, sleep, and breathe for one thing – making it. And making it where?”So, what does it mean to "make it" as a Black American citizen in the United States? People never get off their quest for wealth, power and success. Once people get to Linden Hills, the quest continues, more subtle, but equally fierce: the goal is a house on Tupelo Drive, the epitome of achievement and visible success. No one notices that the property on Tupelo Drive goes back on sale quickly; no one questions why there are always vacancies at Linden Hills. Naylor's message is clear: the price of success may very well be a journey down to the lowest circle of hell.