The film takes place between 8th and 11th avenues in Manhattan, not in Times Square, not in the glaring light. Therefore, at the end of the movie, when we have The March on Washington, it’s these people claiming the streets in broad daylight. They’re claiming Washington, D.C., which was a segregated city in 1963, a former swamp turned segregated city, with these exquisitely beautiful buildings, and claiming it as their own. Rustin’s a journey from those shadows and from the violation of stark light to owning the light, owning the streets, owning the day.