This time last year (can’t even believe it’s already been a year) I documented a “peaceful” protest in regards to the unfortunate events that occurred in Charlottesville. Not going to lie, documenting a protest was scary but to hear the shake in someone’s voice when they shout out their pain and daily experiences in regards to racism and hatred broke my heart.
This protest was in Atlanta and we marched a couple of miles until we made it to Piedmont Park and then it started to get out of control. I can never again look at that section of Piedmont park the same way ever again. People were hostile and threatening anyone who wasn’t part of the cause to vandalize and attempt to tear down the confederate statues or photographed/recorded them doing so.
This first photo has a lot of mixed emotions and ironies all captured in this frame. A white woman defending a police officer who only walked up with his flashlight trying to encourage people to go home and not doing anything stupid. He was threatened, shoved, and he remained calm and never once pulled out his firearm. This young lady is defending his honor as a HUMAN being. I’m sure he has a family to go home to that he was scared he was never going to see again.
Once I captured this experience, no matter how horrifying I just knew my photos spoke louder than my words ever could. •