Excerpt from Chapter 4, To Be Heard: A story about Williamsburg,...

Excerpt from Chapter 4, To Be Heard: A story about Williamsburg, Brooklyn

We took over Delancey Street and then the automobile side of the Williamsburg Bridge. Then the thousands of riders got to Bedford and Morton where Foxcroft took his last breath. The streets all around were gridlocked. Many of the automobiles began honking the horns. Abe on the megaphone started the chant, “Our streets.” Everyone joined in until the honking ceased.

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Sometimes the right person has to die in order for the greater cause to live on. Sometimes that’s just how life works. These people cared, cared about what Foxcroft represented, because he represented the best version of what they were. This was an important moment in our short history. Brooklyn came to a halt as we chanted, as we cried. The police sirens wailed as we chanted, as we cried. We would be heard above all these obstacles that represented the opposite of the better good. Our revolution had a heart. It had an identity. We existed. We existed together and whatever tag they wanted to put on us would be just fine, because no matter the title it was still us. It was still we.