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Rose Parks of Greenpoint 1973 copyright 1974
When I met Rose she was pregnant. Rose was the first person I ever photographed in Brooklyn, She lived in a storefront with children and a husband who had a heart ailment and eventually died. She was on welfare and the apartment had no windows. I thought she was beautiful: her difficult life, her children, the bleak storefront, her life as an outsider. There is a great beauty in suffering, and the dignity that people have who live with it. "Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth."
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