“…New York, New York, the big apple New York, New York, the big apple New York, New York (The big apple) Sixteen million feet Nationals, Tom McAn’s, Florsheim’s, Stepping on each other Rejoicing over the death of one nigga toe. Cold, calloused feet Trotting up and down synthetic avenues Streets and gardens Gardens that grow shit…”

-The Last Poets, 1970.

The Photos are from 7 found Polaroids taken in the early 1970’s. At an unknown American location (A living Room). The Girl is almost a Shamen with her Silver Pom Poms and that yardstick measure baton. That look of ecstasy a transcendent feeling. America loves to cheer ‘at the at the death of one Nigga Toe’. This is how I imagine it that nanosecond of Happiness the thrill of the death of one Nigga toe.