From 1945, please enjoy the Academy Award winning short film The House I Live In.
I hadn't seen that since elementary school, and I had forgotten just how cool it is on a number of levels.
I should add, in a proof of the contention that no good deed goes unpunished, that Albert Maltz, the screenwriter of that eloquent plea for tolerance, was sent to prison and later blacklisted for the crime of refusing to testify in front of the odious House Un-American Activities Committee.
Oh well, at least Sinatra's great in it.
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"and it was a reg'lar Jewish feller that dropped the bomb on that Jap battleship... so Say No to Racism.."
Seventy-five years on, The House I Live In shows just how much everything - everything - has changed, from social attitudes, to kids wearing suits, to all-white orchestras, to picturesque alleyways.
By the way, that alleyway looks exactly like the one next door to Sidney Fields' rooming house.
SIDNEY FIELDS!!!!
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