George Floyd’s brutal murder shocked the conscious. For a nation stuck at home and glued to their screens it was a wake up call. 

Here in our corner of Brooklyn the helicoptors came before the marches. 

They would hover menacingly, sometimes in twos. Soon there incessant fireworks at night and patrols of cops seemingly looking for trouble. 

Eventually they found their trouble. People started coming out slowly at first: But before long, people were everywhere. As there was nothing else to do. Every day, the streets were full.