Tonight my father and I went for a walk ad helicopters and cops surrounded a whole block down the street.
My father brought up telling some students that they are fortunate to live where they do where they do not have helicopters surrounding their homes periodically. Yelling around their homes to come out peacefully. Staying for hours on into the night ad they try to sleep.
Why he decided to walk towards them I am not sure. I was left with a feeling no matter the reason.
I was unfraid, but I was sorrowful. I live with this everyday. This feeling of being on guard because of the people in my neighborhood.
There is a loss of sanctuary, safety and a bit of innocence that I wish was still mine.