Alan Kaufman, the Bronx-born son of a French-Jewish Holocaust survivor, is author of the critically acclaimed memoirs Jew Boy and Drunken Angel. Kaufman's writings are subversive articulations of extreme outsiderness.
If there is something lonely and frightening in these images, there is also something dream-like and remembered -- something fed by our own fantasies -- the desire for freedom and safety, the desire to provide for oneself.
What does it mean to exist in a country that reminds you that you exist outside of the law? How do you process a night like Friday, where you celebrate a huge entry into legal equality, but understand that doesn't make you fully legal?