Passion flowed from his lips. Anguish. Desperation. Desire to evoke change.
Behind him throngs of multi-colored skin shouted. Some cried. Some clung to each other for courage as the amber glow of flames lit up the night sky while blasts of tear gas exploded and the harsh pops of firecrackers sprinkled more anger in the darkness of the city streets.
But this young man — he touched my heart.Read More