Thousands crowded the intersection of Fairfax and Beverly, the sidewalks I'd jogged down just three days prior. It almost felt like I watched police cars go up in flames in real-time. Twitter made it was easy to see what was going on in Los Angeles. Many protests were able to remain peaceful, while some were derailed. These protests popped up around the country to honor George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Tony McDade, and the many more over the years who have died at the hands of police violence. But loud bangs, seven helicopters circling overhead, and endless sirens echoing through my normally quiet street confirmed my fears: it hadn't remained as peaceful as it intended to be. Protests I couldn't bring myself to attend were processing through my neighborhood Saturday. I can hear the faint sounds of explosions as I sit on my balcony in West Hollywood.
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