Washington, D.c. In 1942 Was Not The

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

I Have Never Known Anyone Important Enough To Consume Me In Anger Beyond A Few Hours. Better To Depart Their Existence Before They Poison Your Own.

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.

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

Photography Was My Choice Of Weapons.