Instantly, fists were coming from everywhere punching me in the face. I was knocked to the floor and repeatedly kicked in my sides. Albert and I were left in a pool of blood. Some police officers approached us, asking if we wanted to press charges against the men who had so savagely beaten us, and we said no. They were flabbergasted. They could not believe it or understand why. We simply told them that ours was not a struggle against individuals. It was a struggle against a system of injustice. We got back on the bus and kept pressing on.
