Word: cars
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...last summer's rampage 23 persons lost their lives and the authorities expended 13,319 rounds of ammunition, there were no casualties and only one shot was fired-by a policeman, as a warning into the air. Mayor Hugh Addonizio crisscrossed the riot area in an unmarked prowl car. Some 200 Negro youths wearing the pink, silver and white badges of the United Community Corp., Newark's antipoverty organization, also patrolled the ghetto-and to better effect. The kids made an impressive contribution to cool; so did a courageous "Walk for Understanding" by 25,000 people, predominantly white...
...collective impulse to thievery was relieved in some cases by capitalistic opportunism. An English correspondent, cruising the throbbing Washington ghetto, found that his car was low on gas and that there were virtually no filling stations open. Finally, spotting one that was, he asked to have his tank filled. The Negro attendant accepted $4.80 for the gas plus a $2 tip, and when told by the thankful journalist that he would be back soon, replied: "I won't be here. I just saw this station empty and figured I'd make a little money." How much? "About...
Routine police procedure provided the invitation to bloodshed. Two patrolmen investigating a parked car in a West Oakland slum were sent reeling by shotgun pellets. While they radioed for help, eight Negroes sprinted for a run-down frame house on 28th Street. For the next 90 minutes, they traded shots with police. A tear-gas cannister set a small fire. There was a cry of surrender from the dwelling, where walls and windows were splintered by more than 150 bullets. Out into a search light's glare emerged 17-year-old Bobby J. Hutton, the Panthers' treasurer. Retching...
...Washington, D.C., on a Friday afternoon two weeks ago, it was two huge pillars of gray smoke rising above the tan brick office buildings of K Street. Absolutely silent, thousands of cars filled with white government workers were evacuating the city. Every afternoon, they head for the bridges over the Potomac River in tangled horn-honking confusion, with their blue Maryland and black Virginia plates. But today, they were locked together bumper-to-bumper, heading for Key Bridge in a massive, determined phalanx. No one blew a horn. Quietly, the shirtsleeved car-pool drivers and passengers looked over their shoulders...
...between actors, film, color, and light. Constantly in motion from interiors to exteriors in single hand-held takes, Herba's film makes an intense observation of how a given light setting will appear different under different conditions: the boy is walking down an overexposed street, he ducks into his car, the camera ducking with him, and is suddenly in perfect exposure...