When Living Is A Protest
Sixty years ago, marching was considered an act of protest. Thankfully, I have been able to grow up on the backs, sweat, and blood of those who made strides and steps in the direction that enabled me to do something other than pick cotton and chop sugar cane.
However, this life is not without its scars-- memories and vestiges of the toll “the struggle” had on a race of people. In 2015, I walk around Brooklyn, Mississippi, Memphis, Manhattan, and Ferguson reading the tales of those living is a testimony to this ongoing struggle.
This series is my attempt to show a six-month glimpse into what it means to live in “the struggle.” From photographing everyday life in places like Memphis and Mississippi, to documenting the tumultuous protests from the streets of Ferguson and New York City, I show you the faces of those whose lives are spent living in protest.