Photography Was My Choice Of Weapons.

I Had Known Poverty Firsthand, But There I Learned How To Fight Its Evil - Along With The Evil Of Racism - With A Camera.

You Know, The Camera Is Not Meant Just To Show Misery.

But I Was Very Disappointed That I Didn't Get A Chance To Go Overseas With That Group, Might Not Have Gotten Back But I Wanted Very Much To Go Because There's Not Much Of A Record Of The Exploits Of The First Negro Fighter Group.

Nothing Came Easy. I Was Just Born With A Need To Explore Every Part Of My Mind. And With Long Searching And Hard Work, I Became Devoted To My Restlessness.

I Feel It Is The Heart, Not The Eye, That Should Determine The Content Of The Photograph. What The Eye Sees Is Its Own. What The Heart Can Perceive Is A Very Different Matter.