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  • There is a moment in every protest in the street, when it stops, it stops before the camera eye stops time to capture it.

    The faces come together, the street as if in a dream assembles, as if random human energy moves into one place for just that one-sixtieth of a second.

    We call it an era, a time, an anti-war walk, we call it cops, policemen, shopkeepers, guys, gals, women, men, a movement, we say it was summer in New York City. We say: Chambers Street, July 1970.

    But it was time. Time stopped. And then the camera moved in.

    The camera took my hand and put it to my eye. I was the camera's apprentice.

    (Photo by Susan)
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