This story originally ran in All About Photo
Looking at the protests the first night in Minneapolis I realized that a generational movement was taking place, all the anger I saw online for years was manifesting itself physically. On that first night, I found myself wondering the same thing I often wondered looking at old war or protest pictures: how did these events shape their lives, and more importantly, how did their lives shape these events?
The story aims to answer these questions by looking at heart of the movement; its people. With no leader or figurehead, the protests are lead by communal frustration, hope and grief that spans generation. The photos and writings give voice to those emotions through the individuals and their experiences. And highlights the humanity that seems to be largely lost as we debate hypothetically about racism.
I belong to a generation that seems inundated with social issues we've adopted from generation's past, most of my friends are deeply discouraged by our future. But unlike the climate marches and political rallies I had gone to, this movement was filled with hope that things might finally get better. There was a sense of unity and optimism that got lost as I looked at news coverages. Things need to change, but for once it felt like they COULD change.