| By Ryan Oliver |
“Good morning my young brother. May God bless you.”
Richard Durham repeated this phrase to each and every person he passed on 9th Street Northwest at 6 o’clock that morning.
For 63-year-old Richard Durham, who refers to himself as an elder of the Shaw neighborhood, this morning greeting means more to him than it would typically mean to anyone else. For Durham, these simple morning pleasantries are a representation of how far the neighborhood has come since he first began living in the historic Shaw District of Washington, D.C., 43 years ago.