by Jeff Blankfort

Stop The Draft Week, Oakland, 1967. [uncropped]

“It’s very frustrating. I’ve become very disillusioned with the American political situation. Taking photographs of someone having his head broken in by a police club? I’ve taken that so many times that I’m sick and tired of it. I mean you never become immune to the point of accepting it, but you become almost brutalised to the fact that you can stand by taking pictures quite calmly without your hands shaking while someone is having their head broken in by a police club. And you don’t go and stop that policeman from doing it.”

~ Jeff Blankfort, interview in “On Being a Radical Photographer”, Issue #1. [x]

by Stephen Shames

Children of party members attend school at the Intercommunal Youth Institute at the house for Panther children. Following numerous police shootouts at party offices and members’ homes, the party decided that their children should live separately to ensure their safety. Oakland, 1971.
From The Black Panthers (1967-1972), published in 2006.

by Dorothea Lange

Oakland, California, March 1942.

A large sign reading “I am an American” placed in the window of a store, at 13th and Franklin streets, on December 8, the day after Pearl Harbor. The store was closed following orders to persons of Japanese descent to evacuate from certain West Coast areas. The owner, a University of California graduate, will be housed with hundreds of evacuees in War Relocation Authority centers for the duration of the war.