For Dick Gregory, American racism was a senseless fact of life: “I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that.”
Crown Heights isn’t the tidiest film but that untidiness (so very much like real life) is a lot of its strength.
On June 15, 2003, years before Los Angeles had its first CicLAvia event, several thousand bikers and pedestrians descended upon the Pasadena Freeway for a bike and walk ride on the freeway. The event, called ArroyoFest, demonstrated the emerging capacity of L.A.’s bike groups.
Racial incidents have exploded recently because white and mainstream prejudice has been contained under the line of vision for several decades, and now the lid’s off.
I Am Not Your Negro is a cinematic poem. A jarring juxtaposition of writing and found footage, it is both an elegant and elegiac tribute to a man whose ideas are as relevant today as they were when he was alive.