The march over–some 10,000 or more winding their way though the streets and neighborhoods, down to the Inner Harbor, up to City Hall. After the speeches, after all but a hundred or so had left, electing to face arrest when curfew had passed. The Helicopters, floodlights, robocop voices “GO HOME… GO HOME”… but where is home in a country where this happens? Continue reading “Baltimore. May Day, 2015” →