At First I Wasn't Sure That I

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

The Guy Who Takes A Chance, Who Walks The Line Between The Known And Unknown, Who Is Unafraid Of Failure, Will Succeed.

Many Times I Wondered Whether My Achievement Was Worth The Loneliness I Experienced, But Now I Realize The Price Was Small.

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

So I Went To Chicago In 1940, I Think, '41, And The Photographs That I Made There, Aside From Fashion, Were Things That I Was Trying To Express In A Social Conscious Way.