Washington, D.C., is a city of divides. There are racial divides, most notably a black D.C. and a white D.C. There are ethnic enclaves, with a Salvadoran D.C. sharing space with the Ethiopian D.C. There are the geographic boundaries that came to represent economic boundaries, like “east of the river” and “west of the park,” or the image divides between the tony Northwest section of the city and the formerly gritty Southeastern quadrant.
But to me, the most telling divide is a verbal one — does one live in D.C. or Washington?
Nice article by Latoya Peterson. I’ve never lived there, and I’ve only visited a couple times, but now that you mention it, I can see how I’d think differently if someone said “I live in Washington” vs. “I live in D.C.”