“I’m training to be a protest medic,” he said, his voice tinged with pride in his work. “Eddie connected me to the trainers at Assata.” Bitter blinked, taken aback. “I thought you were a sound artist?” “Yes, but it’s also so powerful as a tool for healing. I started doing healing circles with organizers and protesters—that’s how I met Eddie—and then I thought maybe I could help in a more immediate way, you know?” “Wow. That’s…amazing.” Bitter felt a little awkward.
