I was just beginning a year-long vacation in a beautiful Asian resort area when much of Mr. Powell's BS came to light.
I recall later, when he died, my father remarked upon it, about how the "damn democrats" (his words) always made their rogues into heroes upon their death, even though the world knew with certainty exactly what dirt bags they were.
I was not real politically conscious in those days, but I do recall the hypocrisy evident in the coverage of his escapades, even that long ago.
Adam Clayton Powell Boulevard. It’s a block away from Malcolm X Boulevard.