We need righteous rage now more than ever.I woke up Saturday morning with baton-shaped bruises on my leg. The night before, I joined tens of thousands of other New Yorkers as we marched in defense of Black life.
It was the seventh night of protests in the city, ending another day of marches, vigils and sit-ins; of calls for justice for Goerge, Ahmaud, Nina and Breonna; of healing chants from our elders; of a city stricken by rage and mourning.It was another day of no justice, which led to another night of no peace.
But just like the last five nights, it was the police, not the protestors who brought the violence. They beat us with batons, maced us, and tried to run protestors over with cars.