Baltimore, April 28, 2015

MLK said that a riot is the language of the unheard. With riots come police, and so with the language of the unheard comes the reply, the familiar “wall of silence.” Encased in synthetic plastics, shielded by visors and armor, the people employed by the state to enforce order and protect private property are separated from those they serve. Candid communication across the wall is unheard of. A citizen citizen may shout and wave her fists or extend an olive branch; the reply is the same.

In my time around protests I have often wondered what goes on behind those scuffed plastic visors. What are their thoughts? Are they simply clocking hours at an occupation? Are they itching to start cracking skulls, or join the chanting? Always the same answer: silence.

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