The amount of kids and teenagers who were out last night gave me hope for how the world will change.
When I went to bed I wondered what story are my images going to tell. Are they going to tell the power of protest, or just show destruction from those who wanted to just cause harm. I watched places I enjoy going to get destroyed, and I physically saw people in the crowd just there to do damage. I walked away not knowing what story my images were going to tell.
And then I remember looking back at that young kid on the curb and only imagine what they were thinking. I didn’t take a picture of them but that green hoodie is going to stand out forever, they must have been 10-12yrs old. Then I remember the protester behind the bullhorn screaming that this makes us no better than them so stop burning shit, as a trash can caught fire and I could smell another round of burnt trash.
With my photographs I’ve always maintained fairness, balance, and truth of what I saw, and I believe I did that last night. But if you’re viewing my photographs please view them from the perspective of humanity, those who protested to have a voice heard, whether slightly disruptive, or destructive, the outcome needs to be change. Don’t let the story change to those who just wanted to cause damage.
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