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Fulton Hill Today

The area above the floodplain is an intact urban neighborhood, with a working class character and population. The area is seeing renovation and rehabilitation on the upswing after years of neglect, thanks in large part to dedicated community action to tackle criminal activity, and also to rising property prices in other parts of the city. Fulton Hill's population is primarily African American, but an increasing number of white residents have purchased homes in the neighborhood in recent years, making the neighborhood one of Richmond's most diverse.

Neighborhood businesses, most of which are located along Williamsburg Road, include a Bank of America branch, several convenience stores and service stations, a Family Dollar store and the popular Krispies Fried Chicken restaurant.

Fulton Hill has a large stock of early-20th-century vernacular homes, especially 1- and 1 1⁄2-story bungalows, but also including a number of increasingly trendy Sears Catalog homes and several semi-detached Federal rows that date to the earlier years of settlement.

The neighborhood is also home to Richmond National Cemetery, a veteran's cemetery dating to the Civil War with 9,322 interments. An album by the band Alabama Thunderpussy is named "Fulton Hill" after the community.

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