The film culminates in a riot in which a black American is killed by the police and an Italian owned shop is burnt down in the aftermath.
It is not necessarily about interracial tensions in one corner of the globe but a sociological study of hatred which gets organised across groups of individuals separated by colour, caste, status or language. Almost anything can serve as an occassion or excuse for such behaviour which is a kind of virulent eruption which is as recurrent a phenomenon in this country as in America.
A beautifully enacted and thoroughly gripping film which doesn't let your attention flag even for a moment. The film does not particularly represent black anger against racial discrimination since the Italian pizzeria owner is shown in a more sympathetic light. The mood of the film is sad rather than angry. However it does give us a brilliantly etched, detailed and utterly realistic close-up of the life and minds of the black community in a particular stratum, and the way they come to grips with their past and present. It seems all too real, natural, understandable and yet very sad as the destiny and karma of human beings everywhere. The film ends with counterpoised quotes and portraits Martin Luther King, advocating the Christian ethic, and another from Malcolm X, stating the inevitability of violence in the interest of securing justice.
Roger Ebert's Essay for the Criterion Collection

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