I became captivated by the peekaboo facades of storefront churches in South Los Angeles as I searched for a cover photo for my first book about Black atheists. In my community, churches of every size, architectural style, and denomination sit totemically between daycare centers, liquor stores, dry cleaners, 99 cent stores, and beauty shops. Sometimes they are stuffed in three to a block — drab storefronts barely visible, upstaged by older, freestanding churches jutting out from corners in majestic glory.
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