Sampson’s portraits reveal who we are. We are black, white, yellow, red, brown. We are male and female, young and old. We are calm. We are uneasy. We wear a lot of plaid, a lot of hats. We are bruised, sweaty, exhausted. We are wounded and subversive and hopeful. We suffer. We fall and fall and fall, and we try again and again and again. We will not be denied. We don’t get intimidated, and we don’t back down. We are alone.