Cops power through the crowd. When I’ve seen footage of a riot on TV, once the police arrive, it seems like they restore calm. I want so badly to see the riot squad marching down Seventh as a good sign. A sign all this is going to be over soon. But my knees won’t stop shaking. Soon might not be soon enough for us. We’re still in the middle of this story, and the ending doesn’t feel close. This is an explosion that goes on and on and on. In reality, no one on this street is safe, no matter what they’re doing out here. No matter if they’re just like us—trapped where they don’t want to be.
