I Have Been Born Again And Again

I Have Been Born Again And Again And Each Time, I Have Found Something To Love.

I've Been Asked If I Think There Will Ever Come A Time When All People Come Together. I Would Like To Think There Will. All We Can Do Is Hope And Dream And Work Toward That End. And That's What I've Tried To Do All My Life.

But I Do Feel A Little Teeny Right Now That I'm Just About Ready To Start, And Winter Is Entering. Half Past Autumn Has Arrived.

I Picked Up A Camera Because It Was My Choice Of Weapons Against What I Hated Most About The Universe: Racism, Intolerance, Poverty. I Could Have Just As Easily Picked Up A Knife Or A Gun, Like Many Of My Childhood Friends Did... Most Of Whom Were Murdered Or Put In Prison... But I Chose Not To Go That Way. I Felt That I Could Somehow Subdue These Evils By Doing Something Beautiful That People Recognize Me By, And Thus Make A Whole Different Life For Myself, Which Has Proved To Be So.

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.