tidal networks    of black people cross                                                    the roada Walgreens and pizzeria                we followas they walk                                    time-markeddowntown area,                early computersWelcome to Chicago.                                                It could beNew York, Cleveland, Detroit—in each, sections where only black peoplelive like this.                                        “Sapphire,” or                the many women who represent her,                changes into a suit in an alleywayin a blonde wig hides    from sightfrom behind                                                                                    a wallfrom TV and radiothe first black male, close up,                melted down, he is brushing his hair.there are things that are factsbecause                nothing makes senseotherwise            a part of youwill always remember thetransgression, inevitable                buildings, bold movements                at a table as man asks, “is it safe?”“Have you ever received a call onyour wrist?” She gets dressedin bathroom——since Sapphirecame to London, she learnedto pass for white. The first Negroof high school age to enter a schoolafter it had been integrated, many whitesshouting epithets            she refuses to sayanything to the reporter                (14:00)                  title: open spaces——black womanas white man says            what’s important                    is for the space to feel closed