In the interests of what certain people call decency (i.e, God is He and therefore Male and therefore has a Willy, but we can never admit that anyone else does) and to keep them from accusing me of whatever sick salaciousness thunders through their minds concerning the arousal they get from seeing some kid take a wizz, and to prevent Michael Jackson from calling me up for info, I have obscured this young man's innocence. Still, his political commentary should still be clear. I took this photograph during the Thatcher Years, but like all great art, it still rings with the clarity of today's headlines.


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