I Think Most People Can

Washington, D.c. In 1942 Was Not The Easiest Place In The World For A Negro To Get Along.

I Picked Up A Camera Because It Was My Choice Of Weapons Against What I Hated Most About The Universe: Racism, Intolerance, Poverty.

At First I Wasn't Sure That I Had The Talent, But I Did Know I Had A Fear Of Failure, And That Fear Compelled Me To Fight Off Anything That Might Abet It.

I'd Become Sort Of Involved In Things That Were Happening To People. No Matter What Color They Be, Whether They Be Indians, Or Negroes, The Poor White Person Or Anyone Who Was I Thought More Or Less Getting A Bad Shake.

The Photographer Begins To Feel Big And Bloated And So Big He Can't Walk Through One Of These Doors Because He Gets A Good Byline; He Gets Notices All Over The World And So Forth; But They're Really - The Important People Are The People He Photographs.