Our culture of addiction: someone injecting on Waverly, just off Sixth Avenue
On my volunteering run, I saw this person shooting up on Waverly, just off Sixth Avenue. Don't look if you're squeamish, because the needle is in the person's arm. Normally I don't take pictures of someone in the act if they or their comrades would see me, but this person was alone with nothing identifying to indict or take away their dignity beyond what our addictive culture has already stomped out of them. Every day I walk south on Sixth and turn that corner, I always have to brace myself for what I'll see: an encampment, huge piles of garbage, a few police officers, . . . it changes, but it's never pleasant. Why take and show these pictures? A friend who thought I focused…
