By Graham Clinger, TIWP Student
I woke up on my bed panting. My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window and there on the street I saw it. The line of police threatening the trespassers. Life had changed overnight and I was already behind schedule.
I ran into my closet throwing on the first things I saw and ran downstairs to get a better look at the brigade, the one that closed the street I was living on from my office. I panicked. I was black so there was no way I was going to get past the police and I would have to find another way. I walked past the window again seeing if there was any way I could slip past, but to no surprise, I was locked out.
I called my friend Elijah to see if he had any ideas of a way to get past the police. As I was waiting for him to pick me up, I realized that the police were there because of the recent mass protests in my area. They were protesting the death of DeShaun Robinson who was shot and killed because he was said to look like he had a gun on him. I walked to my small TV and turned it on and saw the news broadcasting the protests across America.