“ We hit and we kept on hitting; we were allowed to be what we were, frightened and vengeful — little animals, clawing at what we needed. Justin Torres
“ This is your heritage,' he said, as if from this dance we could know about his own childhood, about the flavor and grit of tenement buildings in Spanish Harlem, and projects in Red Hook, and dance hal… Justin Torres
“ All that pent up longing,” he says, “all that desire to flail and flap around. Them wings have needs. Justin Torres
