A white community in 1950s Chicago splinters over the black family about to move in. Fast forward to our present day and the same house represents very different demographics, and neighborhood values and tensions. Decades apart, neighbors pitch a hilarious--and appalling--battle over territory and legacy that forces us to consider how far our ideas about race have evolved--or not.
When our houses become our homes, and our neighborhoods become our identities, what will we do to protect them? And from what?