"Last night was the worst night of my life," Seaton added. "This man up here, well, he was trying to choke this little boy. They whipped him down. Then they threw him over the railing."
Several others in the crowd shoulder-to-shoulder, desperate-looking nodded in assent. Sure enough, at the bottom of the railing lay a prostrate figure sprawled on the concrete, twisted and motionless, the side of his face grown like cantaloupe. It was not clear if it was the same person Seaton was referring to or another victim, in some way, of Hurricane Katrina.
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"I don't believe they would have put blacks and whites together up on this roof," Seaton said. "Might have started a revolution." He leaned across the rope as he offered that sociological insight.