Curfew

This is the 1st night that the city established we will be having a curfew. I remember my mom telling me, to watch my back when I go out that night. While I was walking in the crowd & documenting for the New Yorker, I literally walked into a car. It was somehow masked in the center of the crowd, just creeping at a slow speed but with allies in the whip in solidarity. Me & the brother made direct eye contact with each other & he sat on top of the car and slowly raised his fist. That moment felt like the definition of what it not only felt to be out that night, but how we will define our generations stance on the black experience. 

This photo was a part of the Voices gallery exhibition in 2020, one of the 1st galleries to open during the pandemic. The image was also included in the charity drive for Photos From The Revolution, which helped raise over $100K for those in need during the protests last year. Recently, it was acquired & added to the permanent collection of the Museum of NYC.