Most Popular Books by Russell Lee

Russell Lee is widely acclaimed as one of the most outstanding documentary photographers of the twentieth century. His images of American life during the Great Depression, created for the Farm Security Administration between 1936 and 1942, hold a preeminent place in one of history''s best-known and most useful photographic collections. This famous body of work demonstrates Lee''s extraordinary ability to reveal the humanity of his subjects and to become a part of the communities he photographed. It also displays Lee''s superior technical ability—his legendary skill in using a flash enabled Lee to create some of the finest candids in the history of photography. Russell Lee Photographs is the first book to show the full range and quality of Lee''s entire oeuvre beyond the FSA work, as well as the first major publication of his photographs since F. Jack Hurley''s 1978 book, Russell Lee: Photographer (long out of print). The book contains over 140 images, 101 of which have never appeared in book publication. The photographs are grouped into suites of images that represent all of Lee''s important, non-FSA subjects: early work from New York City and Woodstock; the Spanish-speaking people of Texas; the mentally and physically disabled; political campaigns, including the Kennedy-Johnson campaign of 1960; commercial work for chemical and other companies; a portfolio of images of Italy; and quintessential scenes of small-town life. Setting Lee''s images in context are a foreword by John Szarkowski, one of America''s leading photography curators and critics, and an introduction by Lee''s friend and fellow photography educator J. B. Colson, who offers fascinating personal insights into Lee''s life and career. Considering Russell Lee''s stature in American photography, it is surprising that much of his post-FSA work is unknown to the public and has been seldom seen even in the photography community. By making these images readily available for the first time, this book gives long-overdue recognition to the full range and excellence of Lee''s work. Russell Lee Photographs is the essential book on this major American photographer.

A brief biography of the photographer followed by his photographs of people and places.

The approximately 77,000 photographs in The Library of Congress’ collection from the (FSA), later the Office of War Information (OWI), provide a unique view of American life during the Great Depression and Second World War. This government photography project, headed by Roy E. Stryker, was initially conceived to document government loans to farmers and their resettlement in suburban communities, but the scope of the project expanded to create a visual record of agricultural workers across the United States. These evocative pictures transport the viewer to American homes, farms, and streets of the 1930s and 1940s, while offering a glimpse of a new narrative and intimate style that defined America. This volume features an introduction to the work of Russell Lee and presents 50 images selected from his work.

For Luigi Mangione''s arraignment the press line in the 100 Centre Street courthouse began at 8 am on December 23, 2024. But members of the public began outside at 4:30 am. Inner City Press was there, as it had been for the Federal presentment on December 19. Today, with more time to organize - there had been a "Free Luigi" poster complete with QR code - there were more people. I think he should get a fair trial, a woman from New Jersey said from behind her mask. I''m here because of the cost of health insurance, said another. Over the weekend, a woman had been burned to death after being set on in fire on a subway train in Coney Island. A migrant from Guatemala had been arrested. Inner City Press might catch his arraignment over in Brooklyn. Or would that case, too, be Federalized? Surely that defendant would have no supporters. Inner City Press had reported on defendants being sentenced to 20 years or more in prison, for lesser crimes than murder, with no one else in the courtroom gallery. This assassination on video had struck a nerve, more so after the Crime Stoppers photos were released. It was a tale of comparative crimes, of dual prosecutions. This is the first book of a series. Lone Wolf. Not so fast… Remain seated! The Court Security Officer in the white shift, the same one as from the Daniel Penny trial, shouts at the journalists and the Luigi Mangione supporters. The prosecutors follow Mangione out of the courtroom. Kurt Wheelock is trying to get his laptop to fall asleep. The orange light remains lit, though. "OK, clear out, this courtroom is being closed!" Kurt waits for the elevator with the other journalists. The female supporters, it seems, will ride on other cars. In the 100 Centre Street lobby, a prisoner is being led in by a policeman, his hands cuffed in front of him. Stepping through the revolving doors, Kurt can see a crowd across the street. There is chanting about health care; there is a guy standing on a ladder with a Palestinian flag above him. Kurt wants to film it. He takes out his phone, moves his NYC Press Pass to the outside of his jacket. The cops in front of the courthouse barely look at him. He crosses the street, into the press pen in front of the demonstrators. "Free Luigi!" they chant. And that sign again, "Luigi Freed Us." From what? Brian Thompson? Kurt does a livestream, and shoots a six second video to put up later. His hands are freezing. It''s time to return to SDNY. He''s going to upload this book, this first book, and publish it before nightfall. Kurt designs the cover, does one final spell check. Just after noon he uploads it. It will take some hours, two to four he estimates based on the past. He does not want to stay staring at the laptop screen. He heads out, up to his barber by the United Nations, the one he started going to before the UN threw him out. It seems obligatory to make small talk with barbers, at least this one. He asks about Luigi Mangione. "Oh the CEO killer," the barber says. "What an asshole." The barber is also against congestion pricing. Is there a correlation? With a new short haircut Kurt takes the subway back downtown. The book is "Under review," longer than that usually takes. Kurt is getting jump. He goes to his City gym in the housing projects, checks his phone on the way back to the courthouse. Nothing. Under review. It is nearly eight pm when something happens. Kurt gets an email alert: one of your books cannot be published. He signs up to check his bookshelves. There it is: Blocked. Why this book? Kurt emails back; he opens up a chat box. A person, or bot, calling themselves Willow tells him his email is being reviewed. But nothing. Later he asks for a call back, and a woman with a Missouri area code says the review is ongoing, a ticket has been opened. By midnight they tell him: Your publishing account has been suspended. He cannot reach any of his books. More back and forth, this time with a sense of desperation. A content "investigator" from India tells him his content has been deemed "offensive." He will have to swear an affirmation he will never do it again. But what is it? What is so offensive? Kurt must look for alternatives. The biggest, the Search behemoth, has books too. At least e-books. New era? Diddy Detained was up - now Luigi Mangione Lone Wolf? If you have it, the answer is yes - and there will be more.

"Just imagine when Bieber comes to testify at Diddy''s trial," a court watcher was saying in late November 2024. But things weren''t at that stage yet. The fight now was about bail, Sean Combs'' third attempt to be released on bond. Would this third time be the charm? Meanwhile, volley of John and Jane Doe civil lawsuits against Combs were being filed in SDNY, by the Buzbee firm in Houston. Some judges demanded that the plaintiff''s real name be disclosed, even dismissed the case for not following the rules. But cases were refiled, with other judges, and proceeded. There were demand letters going out too, not yet in any docket. It was all headed to a showdown, in May if not before. This is a book in what will be an ongoing series. They charged only one crime Enough to hold Diddy for a time Staking much on Victim-1 But his four lawyers chipped away A dozen more, at the courthouse door Tales of violence, New York to Vegas Some judges demanding names Observing it Kurt Wheelock wrote Streamed in rain in Worth Street pen How would it end?

After the evidence closed in US v Sean Combs, each side presented it the jury, each on their down day. On June 26, Day 21 of the trial, Assistant US Attorney Slavik emphasized just how easy it is to convict under RICO: only two of the many predicate acts presented, and both can be in the same category. She presented a menu, from sex trafficking to arson, kidnapping to obstruction, drugs to bribery. On June 27 Comb''s lead counsel Marc Agnifilo said Sean inspired people, that Mia loved him and lied about being raped - as, he said, did Cassie. That he called a love story, telling the jurors they would cry in deliberations if they read, really read, text message before the two. Then he read some raunchy ones, apologizing theatrically to his mother. There remained an insistence on anonymity for Jane and for Mia, despite the defense having played a video with her face unredacted. The threats for reporting on them remained hanging over the trial; it remained unclear if Jane''s lawyer even did submit the hit-list she said she would. Still things were coming to a close; the jurors would have three days to deliberate, even four if they came in on July 3. Inner City Press will publish Week 8 with whatever notes and answers, and with the final verdict. Diddy Do It? Soon the jury will speak.

The Pueblo Food Experience Cookbook is an original cookbook by, for, and about the Pueblo peoples of New Mexico.

The first day of the fourth week of Sean Combs trial featured the defense putting up as an exhibit a video of pseudonymous victim-witness "Mia" sending a birthday greeting to Combs. It was shown with Mia''s face entirely visible; it was presented as having been entered into evidence. It was then, and only then, linked to. Then in open court:: Assistant US Attorney: ... media outlet reporting Mia''s true identity. We''ll send that to the Court. It was reported on X yesterday with reference to the birthday video exhibit that was admitted, containing a link to that exhibit online showing that witness''s true identity. THE COURT: I''m happy to hear if there is any step that you''d like the Court to take. AUSA: The government would respectfully request that the Court consider directing that outlet to remove the post and consider whether any further additional steps should be taken, such as barring individuals who break the Court''s order from attending this trial either in this courtroom or in other courtrooms. THE COURT: Do you want to put in a submission along those lines? I''ll certainly consider it. AUSA: Sure, we can. THE COURT: I''ll do that Do what? It has been committed that such a submission has not been / will not be made. And then, voluntary compliance. But this? In the fifth day of the fourth week of Sean Combs'' trial, counsel to pseudonymous witness "Jane" spoke in order court of identifying those seeking to identify here client - in a letter she would submit ex parte to the judge, seeking sanctions without providing any notice or opportunity to be heard. Some were quick to justify this by saying if the outlets were named, it would only amplify them. But at what point does the gap between what is out there, and what is and can be reported from inside, because too wide, a credibility gap? Perhaps we will find out in week five. And that, closing and deliberations. This series will continue.

Sean Combs'' father was shot and killed in Harlem. Sean Combs sold music and clothes and liquor, forced Cassie and Jane and others to have sex with multiple male dancers while he filmed and more. Was it a racketeering conspiracy? The SDNY jury said no. But still the two convictions. So how much time would he get? Inner City Press covered the trial, and now the sentencing. And, if seems sure, the appeal. Here were the motions and sentencing arguments, a voice of Diddy, a voice of Guo. A voice of woe.

It was the last day of Jessica Mann''s testimony about Harvey Weinstein, and I was live tweeting the back-and-forth from the back row on Justice Curtis Farber''s courtroom in 100 Centre Street. Teny Geragos was cross-examining Mann her emails to and about Harvey, as she called him. Some were from only days after what the defense called their encounter in the Doubletree Hotel in Manhattan. Alvin Bragg''s prosecutors called it rape. But two days later she was writing that she loved Harvey, he''d tried to violate her boundaries but she''d push him off. Which was it? The emails told the story, but they were merely flashed on the video monitor and then gone. The exhibits weren''t being made available, unlike in Federal court down the street. Only weeks prior I had filed into the Live Nation antitrust trial docket and gotten exhibits, damning Slack messages, unsealed. Why not here? I Googled around for the New York law of court exhibits - I''d done this in the Luigi Mangione state case suppression hearing four months before, but this law was somewhat different - and put together a letter. But how to get it to Justice Farber? I looked for his chambers'' email address. No available. Instead, the court''s website listed his fax numbers. OK then, I thought. I''d go to FedEx on Worth Street and Broadway over the lunch break and fax Farber a filing. The one working computer in FedEx was hogged up by a man still wearing a COVID mask, even now in 2026. I found a way to print it from a USB drive, and fax it from the printer-copier. It appeared to go through, even printed me a receipt. I headed back east on Worth Street, stopping in the Civic Deli for the small, somewhat dried up dumpling they sell there. A woman stopped me on my way out and asked, Aren''t you Inner City Press? Indeed I was. She worked for the court system, showed me my last Harvey Weinstein tweet on her phone. Let me know if you see anything I should cover, I told her, as I often do. I went out on the sidewalk heading toward Center Street when- I ran into Justice Farber. He was talking on his cell phone but recognized my face and nodded hello. "I just sent you a fax," I told him, almost lip synching the words since he was on the phone. He stopped. "But I don''t have a fax machine," he said. It seemed to go through, I told him. Then I reached in backpack. "I''ll call you back," he said to whomever he had been speaking with. "Here''s a copy of the letter I faxed you," I told him. "It''s about getting the exhibits." Justice Farber nodded. "Ill read and consider it," he said. What more could I ask for. Plenty, as it turned out. This is the story of Harvey Weinstein''s last stand.

The Diddy Trial Begins Sean Combs is dressed up in a sweater and has nine lawyers. Cassie Ventura is eight and a half months pregnant, sitting in the witness box, being asked to read her own text messages setting up freak offs, many with an escort named Jules. Videos are shown to the jurors, who wear headphones, but not to the public or the press. Likewise, both sides lawyers talk about filings to Judge Arun Subramanian that are nowhere to be found in the public docket on PACER. I have been covering the case since the indictment. In fact, I reported the presentment the night before it happened. But now the trial has taken over the courthouse, and both sides of Worth Street out in front of it. It is troubling that there is no other way. I file a challenge to the confidentiality, first by email to the judge and parties, then into the docket. And I live tweet as fast as I can, and respond to as many question as possible. Some other accounts simply steal the tweets; one site spoofs mine and bring Nicki Minaj into the mix. (As I''m requested, I sent out a clarifying tweet, but decline to sue. Have I told you I don''t like lawsuit? Even as I appeal sealing in the OneCoin crypto case to the Second Circuit). After my second book about the Diddy case was blocked on one platform, I moved the second to another platform, which now also has this third, which covers week one. What will come next? Watch Inner City Press.

During the weeks of the US v. Sean "Diddy" Combs trial, many said that the trial of the Alexander brothers was coming and that it would be worse. "The brothers are worse," Inner City Press was told. And in this book covering their arrest, detention and the beginning of trial, it seems true. Inner City Press published eight booklets for the eight weeks of the Diddy trial, on Google Play after Amazon, Kindle and Audible - all one company - banned the second in the series, Diddy in Detention. Ultimately all of Inner City Press'' books would be taken down, with Maximum Maxwell about US v. Ghislaine Maxwell being cited. After weeks of advocacy, the books were restored (though not the paperback of Maximum Maxwell). For that reason, this first book in the series on the Alexander Brothers - Alon, Oren and Tal - is being published on Google Play. Will it nevertheless run into censorship? We''ll see.

In the lobby of the Hotel Rotana in Khartoum in Sudan, there was an automated teller machine that spat out US dollars as if you were in Dubai. As a journalist I was part of a UN Security Council mission to Sudan and South Sudan, as well as Chad, Kenya, Ivory Coast, DR Congo - and Rwanda. It was the UN, notoriously corrupt, which told me to violate UN sanctions to pay my part of the hotel bill. Back in Chad, I had cut out without paying the bill at the once grand Hotel Kempinski in N''Djamena, redecorated with artillery shells during a rebel raid on the capital. But the Rotana demanded payment. I violated US sanctions as the UN told me - then wrote about it, then and now. In between, I was thrown out of the UN for my reporting on their failures. When we were in South Sudan, people threw rocks at our caravan of expensive white 4 by 4s. This would happen again when I went on my last trip with the UN, to Haiti, right before Secretary General Antonio Guterres had me thrown out for asking and writing about his murky finances. Now I have been covering the trial against BNP Paribas for its role in enabling genocide in Sudan. Each day I live tweet the testimony, including the bank''s paid experts saying that it did nothing wrong, or that the Janjaweed would have killed Darfuris with or without BNP as the regime''s lone correspondent bank. Then I email questions to the stonewalling spokesperson who has served, in order, Kofi Annan, Ban Ki-moon and Guterres: Stephane Dujarric. He lives in a penthouse on Manhattan''s Upper East Side, and refuses all of my questions. I post videos of his staged noon briefings during the lunch break of the BNP genocide trial. And I remember back... The UN plane flew over the moonscape of Sudan. I sat in the back row, looking out the window. I was listening to Joy Division on headphones, tuning out the conversation of the UN scribes, so-called Correspondents, in the rows up ahead. On our last trip, to Sri Lanka, they had accused me of undermining their relationship with the UN''s then-humanitarian chief John Holmes. He had briefed us on the UN plane to Colombo, and I''d asked what he did with all the emails from Tamils asking why the UN was letting them be slaughtered. I just delete them, Holmes said. When we got to Colombo and were shuttled to our hotel, I quickly wrote up what he''d said and uploaded it as a story to Inner City Press. The next morning in the lobby, where we were supposed to assemble to be ferried by helicopters up to what had been the war zone, the Bloodbath on the Beach, I was told: John Holmes is looking for you. I went and found him and began to explain when he cut in. "I will never speak to you again," he said. "You never said it was off the record," I reminded him. He shook his head and walked away. Later that day as we were fed a huge Sri Lankan lunch on an air force base from which sorties over the Tamil refugee camps were flown, bombing and strafing civilians, the reporter from Reuters approached me. "You knew it was meant to be off the record," he hissed. I shook my head. The woman from BBC said, "You ruin it for all of us." Indeed. So on this trip to Sudan I sat in the back of the plane. Planning my questions for UNAMID chieftain Ibrahim Gambari, the Pasha of Al Fasher. In New York, Gambari had invited me along these some of these correspondents to an expensive Lebanese dinner - of course paid for by the UN, meaning taxpayers. But when UNAMID whistleblower send me photos of Gambari lounging around his El Fasher palace, even lying on big pillow, Gambari was angry. So too UN Peacekeeping chief Ladsous, when his meeting with indicted war criminals was exposed, as had been Gambari attending the wedding of the daughter of Musa Hilal. Other blasts from the past, as the UAE-armed Rapid Support Forces moved in on El Fasher in 2025: JEM... Mini Minawi. See below - leading to October 17, 2025 verdict over $20 million. Book published on day of verdict, October 17, 2025 Republished Oct 29 after Amazon banned book

"The New Deal and Folk Culture Series. 86 of the 250 photographs taken by Lee for the Farm Security Administration, July 1940. Remarkable portrait of the villagers, village life, adobe construction, handicrafts. Essays on Lee and the villages by Wroth (former curator of Taylor Museum), Charles L. Briggs (Vassar), Alan Fern (National Portrait Gallery).The thoughtfulness and thoroughness that went into the development of this book make it extraordinarily valuable"--Fern Lyon, New Mexico Magazine, from alibris.com.

The story of the first Christmas tree in medieval Germany. This version comes with restored and newly added illustrations.