If A Man Can Reach The Latter

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.

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

If A Man Can Reach The Latter Days Of His Life With His Soul Intact, He Has Mastered Life.

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 Think Most People Can Do A Whole Lot More If They Just Try.