The apparent quietness of a sunny Sunday kindles the walkers of New York. Do they not hear the chants for peace, the shouts against war or the agitation in the streets caused by the civil rights movements? A letter addressed to a brother, the words of poet Langston Hughes and the jazz rhythm reminds us that 1967 was a hectic year.
Crew
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