Silently, we look out the car window at this country version of a torn down town.

Through the wind, the confederate flag billows off the door frame.

An African American woman comes into sight in an ancient nightgown collecting her every day clothes from the line.

She trudges toward her door, past the faded red and dim blue cloth that hangs off the frame, and into her home.

From the safety of the car, we all ask the same questions, bewildered.

Was that something strange we saw, or were we the strangers?