13 December 2014, Washington, D.C. — 09:19 a.m.
I’m on my way into the city’s core, to take one shot that represents the part of the city I love the best. Sadly, I haven’t decided what precisely that is. It’s 57 minutes before time to snap my photo.
A man climbs aboard the Red Line train. I’m daydreaming and don’t even know which stop we’re on. His sign reads, “Eric Garner Rest in the Peace We Denied You on the Streets.” He’s going to a protest, another set of voices who can’t breathe in the face of abuse of police power, of racial profiling, of civil distrust and unrest.
I briefly consider following him, but decide against it. There is little time, and odds are the protest won’t begin before I’m headed back home. Later, I find I was right. We see lots of protests here in the nation’s capital…
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