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My family jokes that I rarely want to photograph white people. They make fun of me, pointing out individuals – an elderly woman in African dress, a young…

It is the week in 2017 of the Charlottesville protests: white men and women with torches spewing spittle and rage, three people ending up dead. It feels as…

Styles remembers being a child in Wakefield, growing up in a small cottage near the ocean, with an outhouse at the back and a fire burning in the…

When I first met Imam Alli-Owe, he was wearing a kelly-green T-shirt over a white prayer robe. Bold white letters on the front of the shirt spelled: Your…

I’m sitting in my car in Washington Park, in front of a big white house with red trim, and I can’t believe what I see: Annye is walking…

What is it that I should tell you? Should I describe the way the bombs sounded, or name the friends and neighbors killed? Should I list what she…

On the East Side, clustered around the Providence Hebrew Day School, on Elmgrove Avenue, is an enclave of Orthodox Jews. I live near there, and when I walk…

My friend Molly is from Cambodia. She is very active within the Southeast Asian community in Rhode Island. I told her I was making portraits of Providence people, and…

Omowunmi is a soldier, a mechanic in the U.S. Army. Her specialty is “light-weight vehicles”: trucks, trailers, Humvees. She has been stationed at Fort Campbell and Fort Bragg,…

My sons play baseball at the fields on Gano Street. I recently ran into a guy there I’d known in graduate school, whose name is Thom. I’d never…

In the mid-1990s, while I was a staff photographer at The Providence Journal, I became acquainted with a Haitian church community in Providence. When the members first began…

Pang works at Chick-fil-A, at the Warwick Mall. While fast-food customers purchase chicken sandwiches and waffle fries, she stands in the back kitchen, washing lettuce, chopping tomatoes, making…