Monroe Park, Richmond, Virginia, 1978
This is an interesting shot of myself, which I took 36 years ago. No, I was never an Asian woman. Rather, it is of me, because I’m reminded that at the time, I didn’t consider this lady to be … anything, really. I was so trained by my small-town, Southern USA prejudices, that I only acknowledged beauty in girls of my own race. Now, seeing her through fresh eyes, I think she was incredibly beautiful. I can’t believe I never asked her to pose for me.
Prejudice, even the kind without attached hatred, is stupid.