Leonard Freed | Police Work At night in a police station, the minors are set out of the cells. Mostly small-town teenage runaways, still wearing their mothers' lipstick, are picked up at night either by the police or pimps. " (...)
These girls in the picture are lucky; the pimps haven't gotten to them yet," said the fatherly officer. "They sleep the night here and in the morning we turn them over to the social workers." New York City, USA. 1972. © Leonard Freed | Magnum Photos
Leonard Freed | Police Work From a block of abandoned and burned-out buildings, a young girl called to the passing patrol car. She had been raped---gang-banged by her boyfriend's friends while he looked on. As we went to inve (...)
stigate, the neighbors, her girlfriends, screamed "whore" at her. The women tried to tear her clothes off. Did she want the sons and brothers and boyfriends in jail? Calling the cops was, to them, the crime. New York City, USA. 1978. © Leonard Freed | Magnum Photos
Leonard Freed "There are no pretty girls on my beat. Only the homeless mental patients, the overflow of the social service agencies, the derelicts," said the officer. "The politicians and social workers think if (...)
they don't see them, they don't exist. Well, they do exist, and I'm expected to wipe the shit off the streets for them." New York City, USA. 1978. © Leonard Freed | Magnum Photos
Leonard Freed | Police Work Homicide in a welfare office. On Friday the woman refused to date her former boyfriend. On the weekend he bought a kitchen knife. Monday morning he arrived in the office and again she refused him. (...)
He suddenly plunged the knife into her. New York City, USA. 1972. © Leonard Freed | Magnum Photos