Elizabeth Marshall gazes out of the fenced basketball court in Barry Farm on September 5, 2016. “I want people to know the struggle we went through in this hood. We had no mon-ey. Let me tell you this song. We had no money, no jobs, no car, nothing.”
Marshall recalls holding a cardboard sign at the Gallery Place Metro Station with her family. In good times, they had enough money to rent a hotel room. In bad times, they had to sleep in a van on the streets. By 2013, Marshall’s family found their way to Barry Farm Public Housing.
“That’s when we started our new life,” says Marshall.