“The rest of the place was very normal, and then BOOM, a kind of nightclub, done up in reds and blacks — it was like someone had built a nightclub in their living room. It was, oh my God ... it was a time capsule. Like nothing had been changed since 1971. In Detroit, my next door neighbor had worked for Henry Ford as a valet and he had a room just like this, set up in his basement to entertain. Because you could go to clubs, in Detroit and in Chicago, but if you were black it was often made known that you weren’t welcome. So you entertained, you had parties in your home. And Isaiah Muse’s place — this was more elaborate than anything I saw in Detroit. And while I’m looking at it, the (real estate) agent is saying to me ‘Oh, so I’m going to tear all of this stuff out.’ I had to act like it wasn’t anything to me, so he wouldn’t raise the price on the condo right then.”