A community of nonconformists, not an artists' colony - though blind "ministers" still wander sometimes along 137th Street, whispering along the strings of their quitars - but a colony of old-line Americans, who can hold out, even if it is a great deal of the time in misery and ignorance, but still try to make their own lives, simply because of their color, but by now not so simply, because that color now does serve to identify people in America whose feelings about it are not broadcast every day on television