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LETTER FROM THE PUBLISHER

March 30, 1970
March 30, 1970

Table of Contents
March 30, 1970

Yesterday/Blood Brother
Mystique
  • That special aura of success surrounding UCLA basketball—the achievement of John Wooden—surely did not hinder the Bruins at College Park, but the champions earned their glory and their title

  • While UCLA was psyching out the NCAA and Marquette was sewing up the NIT, a game between Las Vegas show girls and some airline stewardollies gave basketball a new shape—and a lot bigger gate

Pistol Pete
Gooey Sickness
Motor Sports
Baseball
  • By Roy Blount

    With superior players, a quietly capable manager and a new color scheme, the Athletics this year hope to draw some spectators for a change

Boating
  • By Hugh D. Whall

    One of the world's worst cases of sailing fever has made Stuart Walker, M.D. a small-boat skipper of wide renown. Walker is a man of such tenacity that he has been known to keep racing even when dismasted

Hap i nes
19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

LETTER FROM THE PUBLISHER

Roy De Carava, who photographed Dean Chance for the article beginning on page 26 of this issue, was born in Harlem in 1919 and is best known for his deeply personal studies of people. "You should be able to look at me and see my work. You should be able to look at my work and see me," De Carava has said in a statement that is inescapably clear to anyone who saw his one-man show Through Black Eyes at the Studio Museum in Harlem.

This is an article from the March 30, 1970 issue Original Layout

De Carava, the first black photographer to receive a Guggenheim Fellowship, has been represented in many other shows, including the magnificent Family of Man compiled by Edward Steichen, a special admirer, and—in collaboration with the late Langston Hughes—he did an award-winning book, The Sweet Flypaper of Life. He has been making photographs for us since 1961, aiming his lens at subjects ranging from Soviet Poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko to Little Irvy, the frozen whale.

Because he himself is black, De Carava—a superb photographer on any basis—is especially concerned over the problems of other black photographers. Too often, he believes, the black photographer is assigned to the special story to which a black man—and sometimes only a black man—can do justice. Often, after that special assignment is done, the black photographer is passed over for the bread-and-butter work that he needs to survive in his profession. Even in the sports world, where one would expect him to be established, De Carava reports that the black athlete greets him with surprise. Pleased surprise. "We don't discuss it," he says. "They just say, 'Wow! Damn! Glad to see you!' "

De Carava lays the responsibility for all this at the door of the photographic community itself. It is common for a man to begin as an apprentice but, as De Carava observes gloomily, regardless of color, when the apprentice turns into a competitor it's dog-eat-dog in a tight field, and the black apprentice, who particularly needs introductions, support and a vigorous hand up, is most effectively shut out when these things are withheld.

Like a lot of kids, Roy started with his mother's Brownie, later added a Leica, a painter's eye and a susceptibility to the influence of Cartier-Bresson. Even with that equipment, it took him over 20 years to establish himself. "Black photographers live in two worlds," he says. "We don't have the same illusions. We have to survive in the white world. We have to know it, on the pain of making a mistake. The white doesn't have to learn the black world that way, and I think we are, in consequence, a little broader."

In a field where the eye that does not truly see must fail on the profoundest levels, this necessary lesson will ultimately be worth the present high cost of the learning.

PHOTO"LOOK AT MY WORK AND SEE ME"