Continuing yesterday’s recollection of what transpired in Ferguson that fateful weekend in August 2014… Continue reading “August 10, 2014.”
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August 9, 2014.
Some days–some periods in your life–you just don’t forget. They remained etched on your consciousness and you rehearse them at length every time something reminds you: a sudden loud noise, a tense crowd, the smell of burning buildings. The memory haunts you like a ghost, even when you’ve done everything in your power to cast it out. One incident has the ability to irrevocably alter your world. Such was the case of the afternoon of August 9, 2014. Continue reading “August 9, 2014.”