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David Gonzalez - The Faces in the South Bronx Rubble
Of all the stories told by these images, there is one that runs through all of them — my own.
They chronicle how I made peace with the past as I figured out the future.
In the Bad Old Days of 1979, I was an exile in the land of my birth, ashamed of my neighborhood and myself.
When my father died the next year, one of his friends quietly asked me at the wake, "How's medical school?" — stunning me with the realization that Papi never had the heart to admit I had forsaken medicine for photography.
David Gonzalez
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