Tupac’s Last Photographer, Leonard Jefferson, Relives the Night of September 7th
History is often captured by accident. On the night of September 7, 1996, Leonard Jefferson was not looking to document a tragedy; he was...
The train rattled on. The tunnel gave way to a brief, shocking view of lit windows, then darkness again. For the next six stops, they sat in companionable silence. Two strangers. One book. One woman who had learned, at last, that the only approval she needed was the quiet hum of her own contented heart.
At Embankment, he stood. “Excuse me,” he said. His voice was gentle.
The Northern Line, Late