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CRACK KILLS!
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The 1980s was a very bad time to live in NYC. The Crack & AIDS epidemics were both in high gear,
and all of a sudden, it was no longer easy to find an apartment which a "normal" person could afford.
Driving around New York in my taxi I saw people everywhere, who were totally lost. Late at night I
would park my cab on West 73d St. and by the time I reached 86th St. as many as a dozen people had
asked me for money. A few of my friends would become crackheads, and I'm very lucky that I didn't
also end up on the street. Feeling nostalgia for simpler times, I asked my mom "weren't things a lot
better, back in the '40s & '50s?" She said "you're right, things were a lot better, as long as you were,
white, wealthy and protestant!" Oh well, so much for the good old days...
urban photos - black and white photographs by Matt Weber, New York
Self titled Hell's Kitchen 1988
Crack dealers in Hell's Kitchen 1980s
People act real funny when they are high...
Despite being very cheap, Crack still cost more than you had in your pockets...
Even the police showed signs of despair...
The people tried to communicate to those who had ruined their neighborhoods...
Keith Haring
Little did the squeegee men know, they would soon help elect a mayor...
Meanwhile people's lives were going down the gutter...
People were cracking in broad daylight and no one noticed...
There was even a ton of "Cracktivity" on my own corner...
Entrance to a Crack den in Brooklyn...
Sometimes a crack attack occured...
Cracked Head
The End