I've always been interested and angry about poverty. Fascinated by the poor and homeless. A little while ago I finally got around to reading The Grapes of Wrath, and it instantly became one of my favorite books. Steinbeck has the ability to invoke a ton of rage as well as respect and pride. I feel as if Dorothea Lange has the same effect with her photography. I admire all the work I've been able to see so far. I can look at the picture of the boy in overalls with dysentery and feel pitiful and cringe for him (Not feel pity for him, but actually feel pitiful) and then look at her photo of migrant farmers playing baseball and feel their resilience. I have to imagine these events took place near each other in time and space. While the ball game surely didn't help the boy, maybe her photographs did. Its admirable, I think, that a well-off studio photographer decided to go out into this world she wasn't cast in to, and try to reveal it to the rest of the country. I have a lot of respect for her and her work.

http://www.historyplace.com/unitedstates/lange/