Bridge over troubled waters. Courtesy John Teufel
I keep a photo hanging over my desk. Taken by a friend, it shows me from behind, marching with others down a crowded Brooklyn street. I’m holding a sign that reads “Black Lives Matter” on one side (if memory serves, the other side read “Abolish the Police”). On my back is a grey Jansport. Inside were five or six pairs of goggles, bottled water, and medical gauze, standard protest supplies intended to help any victims of NYPD brutality. I know the date — June 2, 2020 — because that night I wound up
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