I’m 26 years old when I leave New York, my boyfriend and my job as a photo editor, to cover the war of liberation in Rhodesia. Why? I love Africa, I want to be a photojournalist, and the conflict interests me. My mother is Indian-America, so I feel like the ‘Negro question’ concerns me. Rose-Marie, the wife of the photographer Nik Wheeler and assistant to Göksin, offers me a job at Sipa. It’s the school of photography, my ticket to the big leagues... April 1979.
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