Okay, so it’s clear there are two groups who have splintered off from each other: the activists and the rioters. The activists are up at 14th and Broadway, and are preaching a message of peace, outrage, and ultimately, political action.
Moving south down Broadway are the rioters. They’re throwing bottles and various bits of detritus at the police, who are in cars and riot gear. Outnumbering both the police and the rioters are photographers, tourists, rubberneckers, looking for pictures to post their news organization, blog, facebook page (ahem).
The rioters are performing for the cameras. And I’m holding a camera. There’s a craven aspect to the whole thing. This doesn’t feel like true racial tension. I can’t cynically observe this thing anymore.
I am part of the problem. I have to leave.