this fucking song
100 Strangers, stranger #7. This fly looking fellow is Mickey. I was driving down Prince Avenue today and spotted him walking on the sidewalk with his fedora and cane. I stopped and asked him if I could take a picture. He obliged, and I asked him what he was up to. He said he’d been walking for awhile, and was on his way downtown. I was headed that way, so I offered him a ride. In my car, he began to dig around in his pocket and eventually produced a harmonica. As I drove down Prince toward downtown, Mickey played and sang the blues and I was so pleased that I could not stop laughing.
Malcolm X at his last formal speech, at Barnard College, February 18, 1965.
“It is incorrect to classify the revolt of the Negro as simply a radical conflict of black against white or as a purely American problem. Rather, we are today seeing a global rebellion of the oppressed against the oppressor, the exploited against the exploiter.”
Memorial Day / Berkeley / 1969
Photo by Steve Rose