No stones were hurled, no bombs thrown, no swaggering men with lightning-flash shoulder patches patrolled the district. The decent, middle-class people of west Hollywood would have been shocked at such tactics. But they had their own.
When the Crockers moved into their district two years ago, neighbors were quick to notice that Mrs. Crocker and her three daughters were very dark. The whisper went round—the Crockers were Negroes. The truth was that Mrs. Crocker's father had been a full-blooded Iroquois. The daughters had inherited her dark hair, olive-brown skin, and black-brown eyes....
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